
Clark continued shooting until the beasties stopped coming. She is panting from the adrenaline. She blows through her nose as she turns to look at Kennedy as she tended to a exhausted Hunter. Alma, also exhaused and her pelt were soaked with sweat. She padded over to Hunter and started licking his muzzle to comfort him.
"Is that them all?" She pants, looking around in case there were more. As she notices that there werent any, she gives Kennedy a nod as she suggests going to check the others. She huffs as she trudges from the alley way. She is half way across the street when she stops, putting her arm to the side in case Ken was behind her as she could see beasties close to them. She raises her pistol in case Alexander and Tonx couldnt handle them.
She looks back at Kennedy and her eyes widen as she spots the deep injury on her leg, it looked bad. Clark walks back over to her and bends down to have a look. Thankfully it was not a bite but it was a deep gash, presumably from glass. Clark frowns, she hadnt known the girl long but despite that and the fact she wasnt drawing attention to it, it made her worry. "How did that happen?" she asks worryingly before standing up "Can you walk ok?" she adds. Standing a little closer in case she couldnt.