Redhawk Caldera Put it in reverse, Terry!

Ruenna managed to get to the child in time to hold him back. Almost as soon as the fighting had begun, it concluded. The cinnamon stranger took off at the first opportunity. 

The child did not seem keen on removing himself from behind Ruenna-- it occurred to the Redfern that he might see her as some protection from a very pissed-off looking Fennec. Now that all was quiet, Rue had connected the dots and figured out that this must be one of Fennec's. 

Ruenna nodded, agreeing with Fennec's gameplan. The border was no place for their injured Sovereign. 

She approached Towhee's side, peering dubiously down at the Redhawk. Her grasp on consciousness seemed tenuous at best; she would be difficult to move in this state. 

Rue shifted her gaze to Towhee's ankles. The injured one limb was easy to identify-- it was already swollen, which in Ruenna's experience indicated a break. "She was running like a bat out of hell, and then she just collapsed. A broken ankle, maybe? Stars, I wonder if that wolf was chasing her..." Thank the stars Fennec had been here to intercept Towhee's aggressor.

Ruenna sniffed at the wound, and surprise etched across her features. Something about the smell of the injury seemed off. There was an herbal scent.. had the wound already been treated with medicine? How could that be? This wasn't making sense to Rue. 

The Redfern backed away, giving Fennec room to make her own assessment. Rue was out of her depth here. This called for the experienced eye of a trained medic.