Draven's howl, the blood, so much blood and the scents of two wolves she held nearest and dearest to her heart... but nothing else. No cat, no bear, it made no sense. Hastily she had asked @Garmir to return to the den to watch over her siblings as she raced in the direction of the call. Something was wrong, so very, very wrong and as her paws ate up the earth between the Draw and the grove the cold night air burned her nose and throat, all but blinding her to the trail she was following. Not that she needed her nose to tell her which way to go.
She knew this woozy strangled feeling, the stars dancing in front of her eyes as she struggled to draw air but she wasn't about to stop for a break down now, the one thing holding her together being Draven's knowledge of herbs, and the hope that maybe he could fix whatever was wrong with them, surely both of them were out here right? And they had to be close now so she slowed, deep gulping pants quickly advising her that only Maera was out here, Maera and Draven and the anticeptic tang of whatever plants it was he had managed to find. "Mae? @Maera! Are you here? @Draven?" She didn't bother to hide the panic in her tone.