crimson dappled

12 or 13, almost the same as Blackfeather, including the pups. Meaning that they only really had 8 or so wolves to fight, since they also had to subtract herself and the hostage.

Meldresi again grabbed bits of the three herbs, repeated the process and laid them on the spiral embedded on her shoulder. It would heal, but she was certain that the scar would stay forever. Perhaps it would show past her fur, as a reminder to her and her pack, if she ever did return to them. "Who is your leader and what are they like?" She spoke as she bent her head again to gather cobwebs. She wondered if the hostage would be able to speak to her coherently.

Note to self, use less Devil's snare for smaller wolves.