HER SISTER PULLED away, though the grey femme simply moved with her, continuing to clean the wounds. Kimani’s ears detected the low, consistent rumble of a growl as a warning … it did not surprise her that Nephthys was so enraged, though it would not stop her from trying to help … as stubborn as her sister could be, the femme was determined to be even worse. She noticed that Firestorm, her delta and the hurt male’s mate, had come a few seconds behind herself, and was now tending to him. He had collapsed practically as she had arrived in the clearing … and yet still, she insisted and being sure her sister was ok, beside the obvious. With her sister not wanting the help, Kimani let out a frustrated grunt, and pulled back for a moment.

Ya know, you don’t always have to be such a hard ass.

IT WAS SAID quite sarcastically, and she then gave Nephthys a soft nudge in an uninjured place on her face before she continued licking at the wounds slightly. Her skull turned, and her attention went to her deltas for a moment … it seemed as though Firestorm was not having much luck reviving the fallen soldier. Kimani laid her ears back against her skull. She looked at her sister for a moment, her mustard yellow eyes full of hopelessness, and her paws made trails through the red tinted snow towards the torn up male. His face had many shreds through it, so deep they would no doubt leave scars. There were many deep gashes elsewhere as well … seemed he and her sister had both got their fair share of the cat. She stopped about half way to him, just staring. Her hackles slowly began to stand on end … and a rumbling sound like an angry car motor was being emitted from her throat. This was her fucking pack … some mother fucking, son of a bitch cat was not about to kill off anyone. If she had to hunt the damn thing down herself. Of course, that would not be until everyone was for sure healed –and everyone would be healed- but then she was sure a good few of them could form the search party for the fucking creature.

AFTER HEARING SLIGHT movement, and not sure what to think of it, Kimani turned her skull to look over her shoulder. Her nephew, by adoption, was now curled up against her sister. Honestly, though he had been adopted, she felt like he was family, and it seemed like Nephthys did to. Actually, before he had left, Kimani had thought that Eclipse had as well … but that only meant he not only walked out on a mate and a pack, but a mate, a pack, and a son. Pitiful. Turning her head back around, she took a few steps forward to sort of investigate. The poor male’s face was completely shredded, though if he was anything like herself he would wear each scar proudly. She inhaled a few times, and then placed her ear towards him, listening intently. He was still breathing, though it was rather raspy and troubled. Most wolves would probably just put the poor guy out of his misery … but she was not most wolves, and he would be healed.

TURNING BACK AROUND, after sending a warm smile towards Firestorm, Kimani walked back over to Nephthys. When she was close enough, she whispered into her sister’s ear … it was quiet enough that Firestorm would not hear, which was what she was aiming for.

Do you know if any healers reside in the pack?

SHE PULLED HER head back, and her bright yellow eyes caught her sister’s mismatched pair. She did not want Firestorm hearing this because she did not want the femme to feel more grief than she already did. No need to make things worse for the femme. Suddenly, Kimani felt the need to just start running and never look back … but that would not help the pack any, would it? So she stayed put, pleading with her eyes for an answer.