"Keep still, Enola, we're almost there."

Blazed was murmuring encouragement to the injured female as he toted her carefully towards the Old Lady's house. A painfully long while later, the brute and Enola appeared from the thick brush. The alpha brute was hardly tired from carrying the slight femme and carefully slid her into the clear front yard, his azure orbs glancing around cautiously. He stood by the tattered minx and looked to the house, barking and whining furiously for the Lady and Starlit. Blazed ceased his tirade only to look back, searching out Aaka and Crucified and provide Enola with reassuring words.

"Alright, Enola, we're here. The Lady will help you. She has done so many times for my father and old friends."

The white female dragged Crucified as best she could, but Crucified was an adult male and in prime condition. A harsh thing for the small alphess to drag. Her journey was slow and painful but she went as fast as she dared with the male. As she reached the Woodland farm she sighed with relief. She was injured herself, but not badly.

Enola opened her eyes for a moment and took in a shuddering breath. She was cut up but she was mainly dying from being so emaciated. Her bones stuck out against her skin and her fur was ragged. She took in another breath, which was becoming slower and slower.

The white brute bled the whole way. As he was place upon the pourch. A small gush of blood poured from his throat. His jugular was wide open and bleeding fast.. hanging onto life by a hair which was breaking. His body was growing very cold and his body began to shut down. Giving the motions and twitch of the brain freaking out before it's final draw.

Starlit had not so long ago delivered the news of Lasher's demise; and now there were two more casualties. Barking sharply to alert her master, the hybrid quickly surveyed each of the wolves, and saw that they two carried wounds from battle. What was going on in the Valley? Starlit didn't want to know. "My master will do all she can, the rest of you should return to the Barn later; your friends will be brought there when she has finished working on them." That is, if they lived that long.

Tending to smaller patients inside her house, the lady scrambled to get her medical kit and went outside. She knew by Starlit's tone that there were more injured to care for. Straight away, she went for Crucified's neck. Working with swiftness obtained over years of helping wildlife, she closed up the pulsing vein so that no more blood would be pumped out of it. Since he had been bleeding profusely, the lady figured that any foreign bacteria would have been washed out of the wound, so she didn't waste time cleaning. Instead, she moved to stitching up the neck wound as a whole, further staunching the loss of blood from the smaller vessles and capillaries. She could only hope and wait to see if he still had enough blood left in him to survive on. With the initial dangers taken care of, the old lady gave Crucified an injection that would reverse the affects of shock, and stimulate his body against shutting down organs.

Now it was Enola's turn. The lady treated her in the same way as Crucified, but also took note of her depleted state. For a moment, the lady vanished indoors, before reappearing with two bowls; one filled with meat, and the other with water. Then she knelt down beside both and waited to watch over their condition for the next few minutes to see if she would need to do more work on them.

Blazed watched with heavy scrutiny as the lady patched up Crucified and Enola. He might have settled back and hunkered down for the wait, but a series of urgent call from his canyon jerked him to attention. The aphotic male whipped around and faced the direction of his canyon. The Shadow Haunters were attacking his pack as they protected Crucified's mate and pups. A snarl welled up in the alpha's throat as he paced back and forth, listening to his son's call. Nearly a dozen Haunters were there, and Rouge and Vatani were off saving two of White Tip's pups. Four. Four were all that were directly available to fight. The odds were horribly against Blazed's kin. Blazed looked back at Aaka, unsure whether he would seek her aid or not. It might be wound to his pride, she might refuse, but he had to find more to fight.

"Aaka, if you'd like a shot at that pack attacking his family before they get too powerful, now would be the time."

Although Blazed didn't say it, he was seeking her help, in his own special sort of way. He was not one for turning to his father's enemies for help, but these Shadow Haunters threatened them all, especially the smaller packs. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

With a pleading, almost desperate, look to the fellow alpha, Blazed departed. He had to help his family. The ebony brute shot off to his canyon, his head back as he called for his bother's Koren and Kehatin at the Ranch and Down Town.

The brute was cold but and his body slowly was shutting down. Some major organs were already gone before she even put in the injection. His kidney shut down as well as his gull bladder. His body was cold, deathly cold as she came out he laid still, no motion but breathed gently. As the lady watched him, his heart spazed. Limbs grew tense and outstreched, raising his head as he gurgled up muscus and blood. He was having a heart attack from a spot of blood loss entered the heart chambers. A faint whine errupted from within as he cried in pain.

Attention shot to Crucified again, as she laid a hand over the non-wounded part of his neck. She felt the unusual pulse, and was also shocked to find his temperature so cold, despite her attempts to reverse shock. As the heart spasms continued, she reached for a small vile of liquid and drew it into a syringe. Getting a firm grip on his front limp, she injected the wolf with nitroglycerin, which should slow his heart down and dialate his arteries. Not the best thing to do, with his wounded neck, but she didn't want to use a defibrulator on him unless he was unconscious. For the moment, she waited tensely to see if his heart would relax enough and gain a regular beat, or if the arrithmia would continue. If it did, she'd have to try and shock the heart back to a normal pulse. And if she managed to get the heart back on track, there was still the concern over his shocky state; and she couldn't know yet that some of his organs had already shut down.

Starlit watched silently, one ear twitching to the side when a howl arose from far off, drawing Blazed away. From the sounds of it, there would be more casualties to come. For now though, focuse lingered on these two wolves.

A moment after the shot, his body still seemed in arrest. Soon growing the the normal rate. He was still out cold, twitching like one would if it were dieing. He could feel the pain while he slept and let out another whimper.

Even though his heart rate had relaxed, the lady did not. Something seemed wrong with Crucified, and she did not think there was much left that she could do for him. After leaving for a moment, the woman returned with a blanket and wrapped him up in it, so that he would stay warm. They days were still quite warm, but the nights were cooling down more and more, and it didn't look like this wolf was able to keep a stable temperature for himself. Mo< Once again, she backed off, watching the two as they lay on her porch, so near to death. If there was no improvement, she'd do what she could to help them. And before nightfall, she'd bring them both inside for treatment.