Golden Glade Blood

antha heard the call, and arrived quickly - in part due to the tinge of familiarity to the voice. the stranger called for aid, but as antha approached, she realized he wasn't quite a stranger. she recognized him. he smelled of another wolf, heavily, leading her to believe that this had been a fight among brethren.

who did this to you? the witch questioned, first and foremost. her tone was not unkind. she held sympathy for him, but she would not drag atautsikut into a war by treating him. first she must know what trouble he had found.