He'd been out and about, trying to hone his hunting expertise. A bird was clamped between his jaws - a successful catch!
The smell of the freshly caught prey overrode his senses, and did not alert him to the tang of blood before he reached camp. He wasn't prepared.
A step into the clearing and he froze. The bird fell, but he didn't register it. His heart stopped.
Blood streaked the ground, pooled around several bodies. He was shaking when he finally took a step forward, then some more - because beneath the blood he recognized that fur.
"Mom?"
It was confused, because he was having issues processing the scene. The distance melted away until he was upon her, the seeping blood from her throat that Redhawk was trying to stop, but the blood was no longer flowing for other reasons. Beneath her, Violetfreckle lay - her throat torn out. The other body was not on his radar anymore.
"What..." his voice strained, welling with emotion he couldn't understand. His mom was gone?
"No, no, no--" She COULDN'T be, this was Bumba and she didn't go down easy. Wolfpaw shoved himself forward, pushing against Bumble as if to try to wake her up.
"C'mon, get up-- please--!" he couldn't lose her, please please please---
just wake up
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