Swiftcurrent Creek we want war · pack meeting

She was second on the scene, following Kaskara's shadowy form across the wintry landscape. The smell of blood and battle hit her like a hard slap. Scimitar, Falwasi, and Kieran had gone to retrieve Star - Bazi knew it, but the state of the returned wolves shocked her. This was not what she had expected a returning search party to look like. Falwasi's face was a profusely bleeding mess and Scimitar's fur was dark. Kieran's dark fur concealed the full extent of his injuries, but he - like the rest - appeared to be moments away from collapsing. In their midst stood Star, gaunt but quite obviously not a veteran of the most recent battle. Bazi narrowed her eyes, and stepped after Kaskara into the group of injured wolves.

"What happened?" the white wolf asked icily, staring at the little creature that three Swiftcurrent wolves had sacrificed themselves to retrieve, who was sitting away from the group. The injuries were consistent with battle - but who had they fought? Shadow? No.. he wouldn't dare. Bazi broke eye contact and turned to look at Scimitar.

Oh, Scimitar. He had taken the brunt of whatever altercation the group had entered into. Bazi's expression softened and a strangled, high-pitched sound escape her throat before she rushed forward, stopping awkwardly in front of the battered, bloodied male. "Your ear -" she whispered shrilly, unsure where to even start licking. There was blood everywhere, and the way he moved suggested that every bone in his body had taken a beating. After a bit of indecisive fidgeting, Bazi settled at his shoulder and began to groom his pale cheek, taking utmost care not to graze any of the innumerable laceration that criss-crossed his face.