Neverwinter Forest pulse

She had been patrolling when she heard the call, and had tried to answer it as quickly as possible. She had no idea what was going on, but it did not sound good. Aibreann's howl was desperate and laced with fear, and with how things had gone lately, Simmik was expecting the worst to have happened. 

Still, she wasn't at all expecting to arrive to such chaos. There were two lifeless bodies strewn about, blood seeping from each to pool around them. Bloody paw prints lead from each pool and she followed them to where Aibreann lay injured. She had scented Mal as well, but did not see him as she scanned the area, making her chest tighten and her mind race with a dozen things that might have happened. 

She rushed over to her packmate. Aibreann, she said, swallowing hard. What happened? Where's Mal? She looked her over— she smelled of the dead strangers and the Beta wondered if she had intercepted them. Had Mal fought them off too? She wished she had been here sooner to help. What do you need? she asked next, forcing herself to keep it together and try to manage the situation.