Faedon started to turn to Phoenix, but stopped when she heard Senkah and Hades gathering the pack in front of the alpha's rock. "What's going on?" Faedon murmured to herself, and glanced around. She got a sinking feeling in her chest as she saw the splatters and smears of blood staining the densite. A rank mixture of scents wafted into her nose... Blood, Darkpack... and death, and lots of it.
Faedon's immediate thought was, Who would I miss the most? A second after, she felt ashamed for thinking that, and mentally kicked herself. She didn't know who, but she could tell by scent alone that Stonepack wolves had died. At least it wasn't my family. Faedon felt guilty, but that was truthfully how she felt about it.
Senkah's head was bowed in sorrow, her face shadowed by the way she was positioned. "Stonepack, gather." Her voice was grim.