Clambering quickly up the old goat track, Lorcan's russet ears perked up immediately in the direction of the loud commotion. Swiftly his golden eyes scanned the scene before him. The bright fiery coat that first caught his attention was immediately recognisable to the healer. Zahira. Desperately he searched for the other member involved. A concerned frown wrinkled upon his forehead when he caught glimpse of a white pelted female, however with all the movement, he was unable to distinguished exactly which one. His brows furrowed as his gaze briefly wandered over Craw and Morganna who watched on from the sidelines, trying to gauge their reaction to the intra-member conflict. Neither of them appeared obviously concerned.
Relaxing a little, Lorcan tentatively began to approach closer towards the brawling pair. As he passed, his golden eyes flashed across the form of the white-pelted female and his nostrils flared as he inhaled their scent. Piety?! His black tipped tail lashed out in confusion. She was the last wolf he would have expected to be involved in a fight, unless of course, Zahira had been the one to initiate it. His ears pressed back against his head in contempt. Continuing forwards, Lorcan passed by the fight quickly, taking care not to get too close, before he circled around to sit upright and tense beside the dark form of Morganna. He could already smell blood in the air, signifying the seriousness of the fight, he just wasn't sure who it belonged to.
A quiet whine whistled in his throat. He just hoped that neither of them would be too seriously injured. He just wanted them to stop and so he waited anxiously, looking to Morganna for permission to swoop in a tend to the injured party.