When The Sun Dies and Night is Calling

Despite the chaos, the sharp words thrown, the threats conjured and jabbed at once another, Io stayed. There were two injured wolves here, one in which she knew. One in which had requested for her to step forward and assist her. The albino hesitated for a moment, glancing at the winning challenger and her acult following, before putting it all behind her and padding gracefully toward the ivory dame that had lost her battle. "Try not to put too much pressure on your shoulder." She said quietly, trying to ignore the cacophony of voices. She didn't much like crowds, had sat near the edge of all of this, but she would not ignore the plea of an injured acquaintance.

"Where are you staying miss Alena?" If she was going to a certain pack from here, they should get going. She would grab healing herbs along the way - and hopefully they would be near a little stash that she kept hidden away where she most frequently traveled. Being a vagabond had a perk or two during the warmer months. "We must get you out of here." The quiet would do her good concentrating, but she also wasn't going to get any better resting here - she needed at the very least, a temporary place to stay.