Life Has Slipped Through Her Paws Time and Time Again

Evangeline lifted her head from cleaning her wound, uncurling from the awkward position it had left her in as she heard her brother's voice calling for her. Or that was her assumption anyway, as his words were greatly muffled by what sounded like a mouthful of fur. But as the urgent words and strange tone penetrated her distraction they put her hackles up and had her on her feet with a protective snarl creasing her muzzle in seconds. A reserve force ambushing? Someone they'd thought was down for good back up and attacking her brother?

The leggy girl bounded around the group, but the sight of her brother brought her to a quizzical pause. What the... heck? That was an enemy wolf - she would know, the bitch was one of the wolves who'd tried to overwhelm stupid Lilliana when she'd gone to help, until Integra had leaped in. She minced over to the awkwardly waddling Angelus and 'hmph'd at the bleeding chunk of meat he was dragging. For goodness sake, it wasn't like Lilliana was that fierce a fighter. Fainting was just... ridiculous. But Angelus wasn't really even wounded at all - at a guess all the blood on him belonged to the Hellstrom bitch - so it wasn't like he'd been calling for her to come save him, which left... "You are kidding, right?" she sniffed. "You're really trying to rescue some dumb Hellstrom wolf? Don't they have their own healers for her to run off to?"