*edit* because I misunderstood somethings heh
Ptarmigan's death was in the female's plans, one way or another the girl had determined that the reign of terror the upsurper had created would have to come to an end-- whether it was by her own strenght or by accepting Kaname's previous proposition, Cara had alredy decided that the bitch would die.
So the sight of the bleeding body sputtering blood as a final gasp was released wasn't surprising for her. Though, truthfully she would've liked to be the cause of the look of terror in her eyes, she was content to see the faintest light in her eyes fade away. What was shocking, however, was to see Sitri standing over her, his pelt matted and bloodied.
Kaname was also arriving at the scene, along witht the remaining peon the bitch had brought along. Immidiately after laying eyes on the minion, the pale yearling curled her lips into a mocking smile, that she really didn't care if he saw or not as he fled like the bitch he was with his tail tucked between his thighs.
Still not being able to identify what exactly had happened she trotted to stand next to Kaname, but before she could, the bloodied brute (who seemed to be the author of the murder) stumbled away only to be failintercepted by Mordecai.Thinking that the brawl had direclty included Mordecai as well, and that he was in fact avenging the bitch's death the yearling jumped up; the fur along her vertebrea standing on end as she shouted madly, "Leave him!" she commanded, immediately taking over the situation, as it was only natural in her mind to do so.
Sitri would not die, not unless she could prevent it.
Then,unconciously imitating Mordecai's role in the previous fight, she placed herself between the fallen male and the Ostrega, her eyes warning him to stay back."Get a healer", she barked them, her eyes unable to hide the sudden worry broiling beneath the iris. She knew they had no healer and that every pack in it's right mind would refuse to help an enemy, but they had to try.
Casting a last, anxious glance at the men standing around her, she crouched to tend Sitri's wounds, though it was something that might've taken them by surprise, the seemingly heartless female began clean his wounds with feverish swipes of her tongue.
