The Sunspire Have a heart

The urgency in Hyacinth's voice prompted Rannoch to abandon his investigation of a heap of aged scat. He raced across the spire, anxiety driving his every step—what new calamity would he discover today? 

Rannoch could hardly believe the scene that welcomed him. A cream-furred (and obviously wolf-like) body laid at Hyacinth's paws. Although there wasn't any blood, Rannoch could tell that there was something was wrong. "Hyacinth!" Rannoch panted as he jogged towards the two wolves. "What happened?" he pressed once he had stopped before them. 

As he caught his breath, Rannoch realized that Easthollow's scent radiated from the unconscious man. Although his concern grew exponentially, he remained mum for now. He'd allow Hyacinth to explain what had happened first.