War has come knocking at our door

Once again Poppy was late.

Blood would faintly stain her outer muzzle from her carcass only a few moments ago. The murmers of the tortugan members would leave Poppy the trail to follow. What was happening? As usual she would remain silent in her approach, not wanting to disturb whatever the discussion was about. Poppy was a fast learner, and she would catch the sound of war in the topic. It wasn't a very pleasant things, wolves always come back injured or missing a vital body part. The healers would begin the duties, it was a wonder how they didn't react at the horrific sight of the wounds. The pictures can remain in someone's head for many years. Looking upon the members present her eyes would latch upon newt and her Pup along side her. A faint smile would press upon the ebony lips at the sight. Finally the youth would come to a sit, not particularly close to anyone- preferring the company of silence.