Swiftcurrent Creek King rat on the streets in another life

She bolted towards the borders the moment she heard the howl. There was no time for her to stop for supplies—she could get those later, once she assessed the situation.

When she spotted the crumpled figure in the distance, her heart dropped. She had thought that the call had sounded weak, but she hadn’t expected to find Mae collapsed on the ground.

She arrived at her side, eyes quickly assessing the damage. There were about a million questions she wanted to ask, but none of them mattered right now—

What happened? Where did she go? Was she going to be okay? Was she attacked? Will she believe what you say? After that last outburst she got to witness? Does she trust you? Was she attacked? Did she attack? What was that smell on her? Another pack?

—what was most important was: ”It’s going to be alright,” she’d make sure of it, ”Is the wound on your leg the only injury you have?” As gnarly as it looked, it seemed like the only cut she had. ”Or is the mud covering anything?” In contrast to their last interaction, her voice was calm and strong; a promise that what she said was true.