Stavanger Bay Alone and Confused, Infected and Abused.

"Holy shit, what happened to you?"
Fluer had heard the summons, and while they were not for her specifically, she had been near and sought to investigate. She had approached at a trot, stopping within her side of the border and looking over the broken woman quizzically. Broken foreleg, numerous scratches, she looked utterly spent. The first thought that came to mind was that the woman before her had surely pissed someone off in the extreme, and come away from the encounter like this. 

Her greeting may have been...crude, but pleasant, normal greetings were a waste at a time like this. What was she supposed to do? Comment over the weather and ignore that this woman might be dying on her new pack's doorstep? Better to get straight to the point, and make sure whoever had hurt her wasn't still on her tail.