Until Lambs Become Lions

Dagrún nursed her injuries, her kestrel helping her with the salve. Apart from dealing with the raiders she'd run into a coyote pack shortly after the raid and had to spend a few precious moments chasing the bastards off the border. No doubt the mongrels had used the raid as a chance to try and sneak in.

Shortly after tending her wounds she heard Haydée call out for the pack. She wasn't terribly surprised. Despite doing their best the raiders had won and taken a number of Ethne's pet chickens. Dag was luke warm on the creatures and while she didn't view them with the same affection she enjoyed the eggs they produced and she knew how much they meant to other pack mates. Dagrún arrived swiftly at the meeting, eyes widening as she noticed the wounds on Hay's neck. Those had not been there after the raid as far as she remembered. "What the fuck happened?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. There was a good chance those wounds had to do with this meeting.