Sun Mote Copse This place rings with echoes

I can't not reply to this. So many SCC feels.

Sequoia had been about to head off to the Redhawks when the smell of blood distracted her. As she neared, she came to the realization that it was a wolf. Injured. At their borders. She was no leader, but she was one in training, and she hustled toward the smell. The wolf she came upon was nothing remarkable except for the fact that he appeared to be injured. His smell was instantly linked in her head to a color, and she approached him with only the slightest bit of caution.

What happened? she asked, readying herself to call for whomever might be able to help this poor fella. Her mother would have been the best one to deal with something like this, but Portia was far away. Maybe she could run to the Redhawks and grab Raven if absolutely necessary.