The time has come for blood to spill

The fight insured yet it went down hill fairly fast, shaking that head it seemed the women who was at Canttina's side wasn't strong as she was thought to be. This had been a show of the womens strength and what she could muster but alas it proved she was on the weaker end of the stick, unlike Canttina of whom had proven to hold her own against the once Amenti alpha. Rising to her paws Morgana went to Ozz only giving the black male a glance as she lightly touched the dames cheek. "Lets go and treat those wounds." It was what Morgana could do; she didn't need to learn much els of the pack she was in the least; it was small and weak filling it with slaves was hardly worth it. They weren't going to fight for them, not when they were held against their will and forced to do who knows what.

Morgana maybe a killer but she wasn't blind, no, this pack wouldn't last. It wouldn't surprise her is a up start showed up before long and challenged for the pack, taking it from Canttina's paws. She would be there to see it all, flicking an ear as she pressed Ozz back towards their home, where a stash of herbs were kept in case such a thing like this happened.

Morgana exits with Ozz?