I am Damaged

He was on a last scouting expedition to ensure Hjarrandi wasn't lurking about before they went raiding in the coming days. His foxes had gone in different directions so they could cover more ground while the alpha went to the nearby forest. Fully clothed with tiger armor for protection in case someone decided to ambush him (he could never be too careful, right?), he quietly walked through the red forest. He wasn't sure what he'd find here. Wasn't really sure what to expect. He didn't know if Hjarrandi was lurking around waiting to attack his pack, but regardless, what he scented and found wasn't something he expected. He paused in his steps, the breeze carrying a familiar scent to him. Brows knit together as he concentrated on it, and when he realized how close it was, he quickly followed it.

The northern king was unprepared for what he saw. Between the trees and on the ground was his daughter. As he drew closer, he could smell the evident tang of blood and his heart raced as fast as his paws. It didn't take long for him to reach her, and when he was nearly upon her his heart stopped. "Altair!? What happened to you?" He had so many questions but he didn't dare ask them all now. He hadn't seen her in some time and assumed she decided pack life wasn't for her, but here she was. Bloodied to the brim and he could hardly tell where the wounds were. He gently brushed her muzzle with her nose and tried to clear the blood from her face but wasn't sure what the extent of her wounds were. He didn't want to accidentally disturb any fresh or old wounds, but he knew she needed help. "Altair, who did this to you?" He asked gently though his hackles rose as he looked around for anyone who might have done this.