W a r r i o r D o g s || WindPack

[qerrat]

Stagstar

Male | Alpha | 38 Moons | Apprentice: None| Location: Preypile | Mate/crush: Open | Tags: Rainfleet, Songbreeze, Dunlinfur
══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════

"No," he said solemnly, but firmly. "Songbreeze was supposed to go patrolling with Patchpaw and Spottedpaw to Skypack's old territory, because they claimed to have found something odd there. Two-legs. They killed the two apprentices, and Songbreeze had to run for it." He took a deep breath, focusing his attention on who else he should call. "We need to have a quick meeting with our elders and warriors, including yourself, to discuss what to do about the matter." Who else...? Ah! Whiteleg. And I'm not sure we can invite anyone else... "I think we should find Whiteleg, then start discussing matters immediately."

══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════

[Tordier]

Dunlinfur
27 Moons
Aidi
WindPack
Medicine Dog
Mentoring Deerpaw
With Stagstar and
Whiteleg

Before Stagstar even opened his mouth, Dunlinfur sensed in his gut that everything was very much not alright. As he took in the news of the two apprentices' death, Songbreeze's narrow escape, and the new threat of two-legs, Dunlinfur found himself gritting his teeth and averting his gaze. Waves of shock and grief washed over the medicine dog, so he wisely took a moment to steady himself. Stagstar took a deep breath and continued. Dunlinfur raised his head, steeling his nerves and setting his focus on the next steps the pack needed to take to make sure everyone else was safe. Even as deep sadness flickered in the soft, brown pools of his eyes, Dunlinfur nodded.
"Right. I'll get Whiteleg."
It was a small thing, but it was a weight Dunlinfur could take. He was glad to do so. The Aidi hesitated only a second or so, just long enough to stoop and briefly press the side of his muzzle against Stagstar's neck, offering what emotional support he could, before he bounded off to focus on practical support as well. Dunlinfur headed straight to the elders' den, expecting Whiteleg to still be inside, sleeping in.
"Whiteleg? You in there? We need ya at a meetin'. Somethin'... Somethin's happened."
Even as he braced himself to handle the grumpiness he expected to receive from Whiteleg at having been disturbed, Dunlinfur felt his mind wandering to Songbreeze. He worried she might be injured, traumatized from what she must have seen, or both.

[Owlcat]

Whiteleg

( ♀ ) - ( Saluki Whippet Cross ) - ( Elder ) - ( Windpack ) - ( 157 moons old ) - ( No romance ) - ( Tags: Dulinfur )

Whiteleg grumbled and shuffled her weight, burying her white snout deeper into her side, for she layed curled up, dozing. "I swear if that ThunderPack scum won't stop talking," She growled underneath her breath, "I-I'll" she continued mumbling in her sleep, while scratching at the ground with her paws, as if she was fighting someone.

[Tordier]

Dunlinfur
27 Moons
Aidi
WindPack
Medicine Dog
Mentoring Deerpaw
With Whiteleg

The distracted concern on Dunlinfur's face softened to show some affection for the elder as soon as he realized she was talking in her sleep. It sounded like quite the dream, too. Under normal circumstances, he probably would have come back later, but he felt he had no choice but to wake her. Stagstar's orders, after all. Still, it would be best to do it gently.
The fluffy medicine dog padded forward and gently nuzzled Whiteleg's ears as he softly urged her to return to wakefulness.
"Whiteleg, wake up. It's Dunlinfur. C'mon, Whiteleg."
He did his best to sound comforting and non-threatening in case Whiteleg might wake up disoriented and snap at him out of reflex. Judging by the way her paws were moving, she seemed to be running, or maybe struggling with a confrontation in her dream.

[qerrat]

Songbreeze

Female | Moorrunner | 13 moons | Apprentice: None| Location: Camp | Mate/crush: Open | Tags: Stagstar, Rainfleet, Dunlinfur, Whiteleg
══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════

Songbreeze continued to lay down, resting her injured paw, her heart still racing. The memory of Patchpaw seemed to resurface over and over and over again. Patchpaw, come back! she had hissed, her and Spottedpaw crouched low in the grass. But he had seen something, or maybe he didn't hear her, and continued stubbornly on. There was a sudden yell, and a bang, and he was dead. Spottedleaf leapt out of the bushes, teeth bared, and grabbed a hold of one of the two-legs. She joined her brother, and I could do nothing but run for my life. Songbreeze knew the memories would haunt her for awhile, and would sting more painfully than her paw. Starpack, why did you take those apprentices? They were so young, too young...

══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════