Big Salmon Lake tell him to call me asap as possible

In the distance, the pale knight's heavy, panting breath was muffled by the fur of a young wolfess, unconscious. He, himself, felt weak and helpless, though he had given that maddened cat a good run for its money. 

"I'll take her someplace safer."

The end result was him taking the pack-pup as far away from the fight with whatever strength he had left. Miraculously, she didn't look too injured, but that would remain to be seen if he managed to find some kind of healer for her. 

"I'm sorry, I can't go on-"

His large body fell in a heap of red-stained fur, curled around the pup to disguise her scent with his own. Shard was larger - he'd keep her safe if it was the last thing he did. One of the wolves smelled like he could be her father - and therefore as the man dragging her to safety, he felt compelled to protect her until he knew what became of the others.

The wind had given him the blessing of surviving the fight with the orange-backed cougar.