Snippet #1476998

"Yeah, sure," Golden Cry responded. Golden Cry trotted over to Sandy and helped Okari to support her. She twitched her ears. Sandy was still out cold. "Hey, Okari. You know those wolves, how they said it wasn't over? They seemed too confident for only the two of them. I think there might be more," she let the words sink in, and then thought about it. Why did they just come now? Did they think they could pick off the apprentices easily? They might have, if Sanse hadn't come.. She began the walk to camp, following the paw prints left in the snow.
Speaking of which, Sanse had lingered around for a moment to make sure everyone was safe, for the time being. He didn't want the cowards to return and try to attack an apprentice on their unawares. Sandy was going to receive help from the healer. Besides that, no serious injury. He began to pick up a faster pace. What was he going to tell the pack? They'd see a wounded apprentice, and they'd smell blood. He'd have to make an announcement. Just the thought made him incredibly anxious. The wolves of Moon's Water would either become frenzied and attack any wolf that strayed onto their border, with that protective instinct. Their young are in danger, and that spurs them into aggressive mode. Or they'd panic, and that was not what Sanse needed right now. He arrived at camp.
The white wolf went to the center of camp and climbed to the boulder where his den lay. He went to the front area and sat down; his tail laid neatly by his side and his paws align. He didn't give the call, yet, to summon the higher ranked wolves to speak. Or to gather the wolves around to let them know. He'd have to tell them. But he'd give the apprentices a moment to settle down and get the help they needed.