King Elk Forest Wide Awake

Spring's howl sent had sent a shiver of fear down his spine. He'd spun and raced for her as fast as he could, but he was not the first to arrive. He saw a group of wolves crowded around her, only recognizing Natashe as a face he'd met before. He charged up to the group, his hackles standing and his tail unconsciously flying high in dominant position. It was a fear response more than anything, but it didn't stop him from rushing right up to Spring's side, nearly standing over her.

"What the fuck happened?" He boomed, his eye swinging among the wolves he didn't know. They smelled of Silver Creek, but he'd been down that road before. He did not snarl, or growl, but his stance was protective over Spring, though needlessly so. He took a moment to take in the others around him, his heart still thudding painfully in his chest. Spring's tail was bleeding, but the other's seemed relax and Natashe wore the traces of a smile. Perhaps he should ask questions before shouting obscenities at everyone. 

"Spring?" He was unwilling to back down until he knew for sure that things were alright. He'd been hurt by a friend before, had his life ripped away. Panic flashed steadily in his chest and he fought to control the waves, reminding himself that this wasn't the same. He held his body rigid, her cry had triggered some form of PTSD in him, and he was unable to shake the memories even as the body language around him told him to ease up. He'd need to hear her voice to calm down.