Firefly Glen The Rumble

Lane followed her packmate's voice, and soon she was face to face with... a stranger. Huh. She thought she'd met damn near everyone here around the time they dispatched the bear. Slowly, her brain registered the healing wounds upon the strangers features: claw marks, no mistaking it. It took one more beat for her to realize this was the cougar victim Antares had mentioned. He had returned just in time for the shit to hit the fan. Again. 

Lane dropped her medkit and joined her voice with her unnamed packmate's. Her lilt was audibly shaking, cutting in and out raggedly as she hadn't quite yet caught her breath. She was terrified for Antares, and Ryn, and Keyni...

"Keyni!" Oh thank fuck. Lane brushed off the woman's question with a quick shake of her head. They were fine. There were more important things to talk about like--

"Where's Ryn?" Lane had missed the memo that the girl was now in the care of her father. She assumed Keyni would have been with the child when the commotion started.