Great Bear Wilderness as the crow flies

kukutux did not expect the summons that rose.

it was from a stranger, not of moonspear. she paused from where she had been lying the split sides of a trout over a warm rock, readying it to dry. springmint gaze rose, narrowed; the girl heard the importance of the summons and collected a small skin of wrapped leaves, similar to the ones she had shown arcturus.

she trotted swiftly toward the call, ivory hackles flaring at the stranger's scent and the heavy weight of blood within the air. the woman was a stranger, and she was far too close to

arcturus

eyes widened. kukutux hurried forward, features filling with worry. "what has happened?" she asked of the woman, but two fragrances tipped over her. first, the masculine glut of revui. secondly, the flower-soft aroma wafting from the other she-wolf. the pack-scent was somehow familiar, however, and so she relaxed her gaze, turning it quickly upon arcturus. blood flowed viciously from a wound barely staunched, and she began to lap at it immediately, hoping to uncover the source of the wound so that it might be bound.