Bramblepoint (M) Old wounds leave big scars

She was carrying. Her life was not the only one in danger anymore, 

a surly terrifying thought for Towhee. Rye certainly had his fair 

share of fear for her, now doubled, tripled, quadrupled or however 

many was in there. He did not waste time congratulating her, instead

he lifted his muzzle once more and called for @Eljay. A wolf unknown

to Rye, at least in memory, perhaps he had met them before. Either 

way, the male was eager for Eljay to arrive, the sooner the better.

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"You'll be alright," He glanced back towards Towhee, his words anything but 

meaningless, it was a promise. No matter what he would find her help,

even if that meant carrying her to the Caldera himself.