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Neela stared intently at the stranger, her glare not wavering as she took in the coywolf's haggard appearance and obvious fatigue, until finally her eyes softened. "I apologise," Neela briefly dipped her head and though there was still a hint of a growl in her voice when she continued talking it was no longer directed at the stranger, "Thank you for helping her.
Neela stepped back as the stranger approached the sleigh and listened to her talking with Kiara, her heart clenching at the fear in the younger wolf's voice. The amount of anger and protectiveness that she was feeling over this surprised Neela; she hadn't realised just how attached she had become to her new pack and its members. Neela couldn’t get her head around who somebody would want to attack Kiara, a playful and happy wolf from what Neela had seen of her.
Neela stood back and waited until the stranger, who seemed to be called Vesper, and Kiara were done talking before she spoke again, her voice now calm but icy, the effort she was taking to compose herself obvious in her voice and stance, "Vesper, right? The one who did this… what did they look like, where was this?" Neela bared her teeth slightly as she looked back in the direction the two had come from as though she could spot the one who had attacked Kiara, one hand trailing behind her back to caress the handle of her knife.
It had been a long time since Neela had drawn her knives in anger, she had purposely made it so, yet now she found that in the face of what had happened here she felt almost eager to do so. While waiting for the coywolf to respond Neela raised her head to the sky, an oddly avian shriek coming forth from her mouth, summoning Grynn to her. Once she had a direction she would send Grynn out to try and find the site of the battle, for now Kiara needed help, something more important than revenge.
Carefully stepping around Vesper Neela made her way over to Shiloh, "Here, I'll help." She muttered, taking hold of the rope behind the grey furred woman, "Lead the way, let's get her out of the cold." The repressed rage was still present in Neela's voice but it was now tinged with worry, her concern for Kiara finally overpowering the anger that had shot through her at the initial sight of the injured wolf.
