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When the tide went out, Chacal often went with it, trailing along the exposed shoreline to pry whatever she could from the heavy, wet sands for food and treasures. She dined on raw seafood as much as possible- it saved her energy, and the oil-rich foods made her coat glossy.

 The coastline was also the place where their border markings were a bit more loose; a wolf caught in a riptide elsewhere and cast ashore on their lands would be a trespasser, but not by choice. And with the tides constantly sculpting the face of the coast, there was room for some discrepancy should a traveller wander across the sand at low tide, past where the border markings existed further inland. With new neighbours...Chacal tended the coastal bordere more than usual. 

Coraline's plea was urgent and struck her with dread. She recognized her sister's voice but had no time to feel relief knowing she'd returned. She bolted toward the sound of her sister's call, as her mind raced. 

Chacal had not learned much about healing. Coraline's voice was so close, she suspected she might be among the first to respond but knew, as she raced to her sister's aid, that she might be woefully unprepared to help her. She heard Loko call out- and knew at least that she was not alone.

Her jaws chattered lightly as she slid to a halt, having located her sister. Loko was with her, visibly shattered. She panted, her breaths short and threaded with whispers of a concerned whine as she fervently reached to touch and comfort her. Her eyes caught sight of the dark crimson streaks where blood had flowed, and the deep, unmistakeable gouges left behind by teeth. The placement, too- lower back, flank, hind leg- were all indicators of an attack, not a fight. 

"Shhhh," She whispered, hoping to reassure Coraline. Inside, though, she resonated with outrage. In case someone nearby was searching for medicines for Coraline, she too called out, so that they might know better what to expect- and which medicines to grab to treat her injuries. 

Deep puncture wounds. Lower back, flank, hind leg. Blood loss. Bite wounds. 

Chacal was not a healer, but she was at least practical and knew that the best thing she could do was at least to communicate with someone who could. She turned toward her sister. She would begin cleaning her sister's wounds, if she would permit it- but before she did, she spoke in a voice low and stern. 

"Kiyes ki fe ou sa?"
Who did this to you?