“Okay.” He replied to Tofu. Falcon then barked, “I’ll check on Willow as soon as I get water for Mitts and Sapphire.” He gripped a piece of wood in his jaws that was shaped like a basin and rushed off to the nearest stream. Dipping it into the water, he rushed back as fast as he could trying to spill as little water as possible. He rushed over to where Mitts and Sapphire were laying and offered them the water.
Osprey yearned to continue the beating, but she felt her Alpha needed her. She reluctantly let go. “Going near my pack is wrong, prey-stealer.” She snarled. “If I ever see your mange-furred face around here again, I won’t let you off so easy.”
"O-okay" she whimpered into the ground, scampering off into her forest den where she had brought a few largeecow carcasses
“Drink some water,” Falcon barked as gently as he could. He didn’t particularly like Mitts but he didn’t like seeing any wolf in pain; and whether he liked it or not she was his packmate.
Mitts took a small sip of water, then continued to drink about half the bowl. She tried getting Sapphire to drink some, but it was no use.
