Lost Creek Hollow i think my blood is passing me by

It was not Ash Paw who first rolled in, but Shadowpup. The daughter that had once belonged to Silvertongue. Elation, worry; and then her expression quickly dissolved into rage.
What did you do to her?
Wren could have let herself crumble right there. Could have shouted, could have sworn; but oh, she knew what this looked like and she could not find any blame for the child, even as her heart sunk to her stomach and bile rose to her throat.
Lip trembling, eyes burning with hot salt, she turns to Ash Paw. Silvertongue croaks out something of an explanation. For the first time, Wren truly, truly looks at her work; at the missing limb, and it was not guilt that swallowed her but a growing, ugly despair. She would've died, I-I had to-- I had to help her. I had to.