Skye walked down the street, her shoulders pushed back, her tail high, her ears flat against her head in anger. How dare someone attack one of her members - and unprovoked. The horrific scar on Keldava's back was tribute to the fact that the attack was not in the heat of battle, but in cold blood, in an act of deliberate pain.
She arrived at the home that the wolfdog resided in. Atlhough she did not tell her mother or Taliesin who had done it, Skye had to know - had to bring whoever had inflicted her pain to justice. She knocked on the door loudly; she had given Keldava several days to heal and rest, but she still needed to know who had wished harm on her members, who had dared to inflict pain on a member of a pack.
"Keldava," she called out. "I need to speak with you."
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