Redhawk Caldera Lost in the loneliness

Bronte led the way. She knew it best. Brechliant was her pack, not Alaric's. She still didn't get why he felt distrustful of her, as if she had done something wrong.

When he raised his voice, she made it a point to step ahead of him, calling out in an urgent cry of her own. When Ceridwen arrived, she was visibly relieved. She all but rushed up to her, ears plastering back. "Oh thank goodness it is you!" She embraced her in a quick hug. 

As Alaric spoke, she let him. But when he was finished, she sent him a sharp, pointed look as if to say I'll handle this. 

"I was out an excursion when it happened. I heard the commotion and when I got there, I saw Anathema with the boy's scruff in her jaws. Trying to shove his face in water." She quickly tacked on more details. "Another girl was there too, to get her off him. I-I never thought she would do something like that to another wolf. The boy...I met him once before. He seems perfectly nice. But he's pretty roughed up."

She let them take it all in. A breath, and another stern look between both older wolves. "I had to get the word out. It isn't right, what she did. She needs to be held accountable."