Molaki hadn't even bothered wiping the blood off his face until he saw, in his fuzzy vision, the pack members gathering around the felled Erest. They had looked up at him suspiciously, eyes wide and mouths' gaping. Hurriedly, the male ran his forearm across his face, but as his eyes locked onto Saba's, he began to panic.
With a high picked growl, he whirled around, looking for her.
"She's okay, Asta ran, she went to the tailors," Saba said quickly, putting her hands out and gripping his shoulders, trying to ground her friend back into reality. "She's fine, she's safe."
