Bearclaw Valley Though you can see when you’re wrong

One off-white fang caught the light for a moment when a growl reached her ears. Both wolves acted and responded purely out of instinct- like skilled gunslingers revealing the nose of their weapon only for a moment before tucking it safely back into its holster. 

When Cole barked an order at the medics, the tired Regina spared a breath to warn him with a growl thrumming in her chest. Trutht, She commanded firmly, loudly enough for all wolves to hear. The medics, after all, would need to be reassured that she would not let harm befall them should they carry out their treatment and Cole would need to believe that they would do Winslet no harm. He held on to Winslet as if to carry her through a storm. She sought his gaze as she caught her breath, preparing herself to intervene should the trusty guardian's grasp impede the healers' work. 

Winslet looked drawn, and faded. Ameline frowned, but did not intervene. She had done all that she could; Winslet's fate now rested in the hands of those who tended her wounds, and kept her warm. She sat up, still panting, but ready should assistance be requested.