When Leroy responded that the coyote was gone, Ruri released a shaky sigh of relief. However, these feelings of relief quickly disappeared when she smelled the strong scent of blood coming from Leroy's form. He was hurt! "L-Leroy I'm so sorry that you got hurt, saving me," she stuttered nervously as she padded around the house after the male, understandably not wanting to be alone. Upon arriving on the porch, the delicate collie girl reclined to a sitting position as the wounded male plopped down and began to lick his wounds. Oh, why had Svara had to leave?! Leroy needed a healer and there was not one to be found within the pack. "Is there anything you need?" she asked, her half-folded ears still pinned flat against her skull. She was still very shaken up about what had just happened, and the fact that Leroy was now lying there bleeding from his wounds was not helping her to calm down. However, she was doing her best to not let her personal problems get the better of her. Leroy needed help, didn't he? The petite dog continued to sit there, a few feet from the patterned male, her face betraying her concern for the male's wellbeing. Even her sightless eyes showed her concern as they focused in Leroy's general direction. Would he be alright?