He was consumed with worry for her, and still didn't know what happened, who had done it or why. He refrained from asking, knowing she would tell him when she was ready ? perhaps she didn't want to relive the memories right now. He had told her they where going back to his den and with effort she would bring herself to her paws. He would murmur encouragingly as she leaned her weight against him. It would quickly becoming apparent that she had a leg wound also and he gladly took as much weight from her as he was able. In this slow, painful way the two would slowly make there way to Crucifix?s den. It was painful to him to hear her labored breathing, scent the injuries upon her and know the pain she must be in. It shocked him to see her so, when she was the strongest of them and his heart was in his throat. They would make it to then, eventually and with a relieved sigh he would help her onto the softest part of the floor.
He would lay down beside her then, determined not to leave her side, and knowing Twig was more then capable to look after the pack if he holed himself in his cave with Sibelle for a day or two. He wanted to do anything he could for her, he still found it shocking to see her so weak and injured. He buried his face into her neck, ready to stay beside her and help however she wanted him to.
