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Vanth felt her muscles flinch at the touch of another wolf. She perked her ears and listened but stayed still . The smell of the wolf was quite familiar and she soon concluded it was Dusk. She listened quietly as the male took a step back. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head. She looked at Dusk but her eyes flicked over to Lorcan. She felt her ears perk high at the sight of him, his neck was rather hurt and he looked quite injured. `Did I do that?` She thought, her expression showing nothing. Her mind was deep in thought as she examined the white male and his injuries. If she was even capable of doing that much damage was unknown to her. She sat ,gaze still on the male, as her surroundings began coming to her. The cool breeze that swayed her fur slightly and the metallic smell of blood the filled the air became apparent. She was also aware of the thudding pain that filled her shoulder. Her gaze went to the wounded leg as she examined the nicely done work Dusk had done on it. Her eyes flickered back up to the white male that lay in front of her. She lay silent, though her eyes seemed to scream with pain and sorrow. Her mouth would't move, her voice would not come out. She wished to speak, the words already playing out in her head but nothing was heard.
