The Sunspire Recovery

Seronda had only recently returned from her visit to the sea, in which a stupid brute attacked her for no reason! Her wounds were of little concern, she had treated them with various herbs the day she had returned to the Sunspire. Her little trip had cleared her mind, and she was eager to meet her pack mates. However, what she was least expecting was the heavy smell of blood.

Sick with fear, Seronda quickly followed the scent trail. Thousands of possibilitys raced through her mind, none of them good. Had the pack been attacked? Perhaps that was a little overreaction, but Seronda couldn't stop the depressing thoughts. Finally, she made out the form of two wolves. As she drew near, she noticed one laying down, the other standing. Both where wounded, and both carried the scent of the Sunspire. Confident they posed no threat to her, she approached the unknown wolves cautiously. This wasn't the way she had hoped to meet her pack mates.

The one laying down was bleed profusely, the most noticeable wound was the angry bite mark on her neck. The two must have been higher ranking then her, but nether less she did not stop and submit. Looking at the male with worried eyes, Seronda questioned him. "Who are you? What happened?"