Homeless and Helpless
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There was a commotion brought to her attention by feathered companions of a different kind. The great owls circled overhead screeching at the audacity of another predator invading their space. Spoiled as they were, they were not cruel enough to investigate this intrusion themselves...however the owlet female was curious enough to investigate on her own.

In a determined blur of tawny down and feathers she crossed the pack threshold into the wild of the 'hardly' known. Gleaming red-orange surveyed the air below her height, seeking the aerial trespasser. And with the hawk's appearance, she spied a wolf fending off the winged nuisance. It was not a hide she recognized giving rise to alarm and the necessity to return to the mountain's shadow... or at least call the attention of her handler. Her intended screech was dwarfed by the sound cry of her mentor alerting her that their handler had risen and was on approach. The owl's conversation was one of urgency and panic and rage for the hawk's intrusion. X'yrin could only gather a little in understanding, but what she could implored action.

With a summoning call, she drew the young female near just long enough to share instruction; take her to this wolf nearby. Take her to the creature that caused her companion's anguish. The females stride was swift upon two legs not weighed down by trophies but the mass of her own auburn mane piled atop her head. She came upon the scene with the stench of blood so close to her borders. The dense aroma of pack nearly overwhelmed by the scent of injury. Her hackles raised in alarm with remaining steps taken swiftly to close the distance. For a moment, the pup went unseen as it was assumed it was the female that was injured, but upon a swift survey and finding not a scratch, her concerned gaze led her to the tiny body of the youth. Blood and all.

"What's happened here?"

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