It was merciful that the female was close to her borders that day - close enough to be patrolling, to be just in the right spot at that moment to hear something she would not have heard otherwise - faint, distant, just on the edge of her senses, but there; a puppy's call. The high-pitched whine came from Ethereal Eclipse, far enough from the borders of Cercatori d'Arte so that she could not see or smell anything that had occurred, but her sharp ears could have picked up the desperate call that just barely floated through the trees.
Hearing the urgency, she quickly lolloped to the place where she heard the call, nothing on her person but her leather belt with the trusty dagger she always held near attached. As she grew closer to where she heard the call, she began to scent - she smelled AniWaya, and the scents of many wolves. Interspersed between the AniWayan scents, however, was one scent in particular that she was sensitive to, one scent that caused her lip to curl upward and bare her teeth and let out a feral snarl. The scent of a demon.
With more strength than intended, Skye forced a branch to the side as she entered the scene - the stench of the hell-spawn drove itself into her nose, flooding her senses with the sound of roaring blood and the sight of everything tinged scarlet. Beyond her ire, she could see the victim of the demon's wrath - a white woman, lying on the ground, broken, shattered, violated; around her, her pups.
Her pupils constricted to mere pin-points, rage unbridled showed for an instant, through her eyes, through her unsheathed claws, through the dagger-sharp teeth revealed through her snarl. With great effort, however, she slowly controlled her wrath so that she did not appear so frightening, and realized that the woman before her on the ground was dying, lying in a pool of her own blood.
She knelt down beside her, eyes still full of anger but also showing concern. "It'll be alright," she said to the woman; she herself, however, lacked the medical knowledge to help her. Without hesitating, she lifted her muzzle and let out a howl as loud as she could for Taliesin, the healer - he would know what to do. Meanwhile, she attempted to press down on the woman's ear, trying to staunch the massive bleeding. "You'll be alright - just wait until Taliesin comes," she said, half to the woman and half to herself.
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