You can't spell slaughter without laughter

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Switchback stretched her legs as she ran, urging them to take her farther, and faster. Keeping her gate at an all out sprint, she tried not to overtake Pontifex, but her worry for the wolf that had been attacked was taking over. She had know idea who the attacked wolf was, but she hoped that they were okay, no wolf deserved to be ripped to pieces. After a few moments of fighting to stay behind Pontifex, Switchback took her pace down a notch, coming to a quick run. Her sudden switch caused her to trip up a bit, but Switchback caught herself, managing to gain control over her paws once again.

Taking advantage of her new position behind Elphaba, Switchback glanced behind her, making sure that nobody was following her group. An attack from behind would most likely be the end of them, if these attackers were as deadly as the sounded. After making sure no wolf was behind them she lifted her nose to the air, taking in the fresh, sharp scent of blood. Lots of blood.

Skidding to a halt a few moments after Pontifex she took in the situation. A mangled she-wolf lay a few bounds in front of her, and the poor wolf was literally just skin and bones. As Switchback's eyes widened in shock she looked at the bright red scenery around her. The white snow was covered in bright scarlet splotches, and all the plant life around had been stained a deep crimson. Not being able to bear the scent Switchback let out a sneeze and began rubbing her nose in a clean patch of snow beneath her. Glancing back up at the horrifying scene before her, she let out a deep growl, no wolf deserved to be treated worse than prey. And especially no wolf from her pack. Spotting two lone wolves by the corpse Switchback deepened her growl, but waited for Pontifex to make his move. The golden-eyed male was ranked higher that her, and Switchback didn't want to make a wrong move.

Lifting her gaze to the brute for a moment she began to whisper into his ear as he mentioned that they were too late. "You're right Pontifex, but at least some of those rogues are still here. If we can get them to talk we might be able to get some information out of them, and if they were part of the attack we could take them back to Gerhardt for a trial." Taking a breath Switchback flicked her ears back in anger, not knowing what to do with the poor mess of a wolf that had been attacked. Parting her lips she began whispering again. What will we do with the...uh.. brave she-wolf? Is it possible to carry her? Or is it best to just leave her here?

Switchback shuddered as fear took over and her thoughts blocked her vision. Oh no... what if all of the rogues come back? There had to of been more... That she-wolf couldn't have been mangled that badly by only two wolves... Images of blood and death clouded Switchback's eyes, causing her to back up in fear. Although anger was still her top emotion, her fear began to but in taking over her limbs and silencing her snarl.