Yamaeia
The fae trotted into camp, a rabbit dangling limply from her slender muzzle. She had no idea what the comotion was about, but anger was radiating from the gathered wolves. Haulting, Yamaeia tilted her head, dropped the rabbit and scooted over to the rest of the pack. "Can someone tell me what's going on?" The lithe she-wolf inquired, before noticing Rafe's injury. Who did that... the fae wondered to herself, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rising. Yamae had no one to fight, but her Alpha's injury looked like one inflicted by another wolf, and as far as Yamaeia could make out Rafe wasn't the sort to randomly attack his packmembers.



