Hideaway Strath tap the vein that bleeds

The rusted stranger continued to deliver the news of the rough shape Towhee was in, and Pippin felt the grind of his teeth as he swallowed a surge of some unknown emotion—was that concern, for the sardonic she-wolf he barely knew? Rooted, the angular Ostrega was about to simply request details and ignore the offer of meeting some guy named Phox—it seemed irrelevant in that moment.

“She had problems with the birthing? What kind of bedridden?” His rumbled voice replied, his amber eyes drifting to the dark wolf that swept forward now. There were no words offered—and so Pippin looked back to the other, feeling the tension build in his form. He wasn’t keen on being chased off before he could learn of the dark girl’s fate. “Has she seen a healer yet?”