Felltree Marsh Im trying to help

She knew she had revealed herself to a highly dangerous wolf, though when Masquerade peeked around the tree, she only saw a flash of white in the distance. She blinked owlishly, wondering how someone injured from a fight could possibly flee so fast. It was dismaying and relieving in equal measure.

Her eyes dropped to the bloodied body, her hackles prickling. She stepped out from behind the tree to go down there and inspect the scene of the crime, though she hesitated. What if the white she-wolf returned? Masquerade decided she should wait for reinforcements, just in case.

When it was the pack’s youngest member who joined her first, Masque instinctively shifted between him and the nearby borderline. She pressed close to him, nosing him, feeling the growl rumbling in his throat. She was proud of him for heeding her call, ready to defend his pack, but she felt immensely protective of him at the same time.

Let’s stay put until an adult comes, she murmured to him, goldenrod eyes flicking between the rise and the battered heap in the marsh.