Without turning to look if Kaname had already disappeared or not, Cara swung her head to the injured male again.His breath was shaky, but at least he was still breathing. Then Mordecai's own snarls caused her tu turn back. The stubborn Ostrega continued to defy her commands, even with the life of his own packmate at stake.
A throaty snarl bubbled from her chest as she jumped up again, her mouth aiming to nip at the side of his face. "I'm more entitled to do so than anyone else -- if you're not going to do it for me at least do it for him, you ass!" she growled while preparing to dive for the man's feet to unstabilize him. She was a avid wolf, but this time, before she could make her move Sitri's own body blocked her out. Cara's growls ceased as she watched the injured male stand between them.
She expected Mordecai to lunge for him, in order to perform the so called act of mercy he had spoken about. Instead it was Sitri who attacked, not with claws or teeth but with words. Then as if his work was done he began to limp away.
"Sitri wait!" she called after him, though his intentions were to get to the medic by himself she knew that walking in his state could be fatal. Blood loss was the greatest of his problems now.
While she might've wanted to trail after Sitri, she remained planted to the spot; her head slowly turning to face the swarthy Ostrega again.
