((Mel is, and Horace is on his way back))
Keiara kicked an eraser away as she got back up. Blood was gushing from the bite wound, but she couldn't worry about that right now.
Horace ran back towards the camp. He had heard Erasers, and he couldn't leave his Pack alone to be attacked. Someone had snuffed out the fire, thankfully, so the smoke wouldn't give away their position. But he smelled blood... "What's he doing here?"
Realizing that Warren was uncomfortable, Mel had carefully rolled him over and propped him up with a log, so he didn't have his face in the ground. "Jeremy found him, hurt. If we hadn't brought him back here, his condition would be even worse." she turned to the Flock member. "What's your name?"