Blacktail Deer Plateau One With The Dirt

As soon as Pema shot past him, Grayday released Howl's leg and took a few quick steps back - but not before a flash of fangs raked white-hot over his muzzle. In the moment, the leader hardly noticed this as he looked at his friend. The man's grief was palpable, and the last thing Day wanted to do was leave him on his own. But he understood the need to be alone with his family, dead as it was.

The male retreated, licking blood from his muzzle as he did. Later on, he'd talk to Howl and tell him that he would need to apologize to Pema. For now, though, Grayday knew he simply needed to mourn.

The leader approached the shaken medic and placed a pacifying lick across her muzzle, not noticing that he'd left a streak of his own blood along the path of his tongue. "Come on," he urged, nudging her along until they were out of sight of the burrow. Howl didn't need anyone to witness his pain. "Are you alright?" he asked her, keeping his voice low. His eyes swept over her smaller frame, looking for injuries as well as signs of distress.