gasp, is she dead?!

Honestly Crux probably shouldn't have been the one answering the call. He was exhausted and by all rights probably should have known to let someone else get it so he could rest. But the idea of doing so felt deeply uncomfortable. He wasn't exactly keen to be left alone with his thoughts right now, keeping himself busy was about the only way to not be crushed under the weight of his guilt. There was nothing he'd been able to do to help Cryptis' voice and that was constantly gnawing at the back of his mind.

There were few enough supplies he had access to right now and he was forced to grab a woefully small bundle before heading out. Riya was out most days right now to try and fix the problem of their supplies so he'd be on his own today. Which he was not exactly happy about as he awkwardly navigated his way across the beach, which he still couldn't move on easily; the shifting surface often forcing him to stumble to keep his paws under him. It made him much slower than he wanted but he still pushed himself to keep moving. Crux spotted one of his nieces, one of the older ones though a girl he hadn't had much opportunity to get to know yet. He moved up beside her and gave her a nod as he awkwardly waddled up. He dropped his precious bundle and turned his attention to the prone shape on the beach, not sharing his niece's worry as he started towards the little brown wolf. "What happened?" He asked, calling over his shoulder to his niece. There weren't any direct wounds he could see, but that didn't mean a fight couldn't have happened. But more than that the brown girl was... Well she looked like death, her pelt hanging off of her ribs so tightly he he could trace them to her spine with his eyes alone. It was amazing he could even see the tiny swelling in her chest as she breathed. Clearly she was in very rough shape.