The lady had been busy inside for a while and hadn't noticed anything going on outside. Always having a fear that something was wrong, for often something was wrong, she eventually put aside what she was doing and came to the front door. She stepped out into the porch and called for her pets, just wanting to be reasured that they were ok.

Bonnie trotted to the call of her mistress, barking enthusiastically a few times for her ok. She then lay on the porch, watching for any new things.

Reane approached the house with Rihanne in her arms. Blood was stained on her and Rihanne, a wound on each of Reane's arms and right side. Rihanne had been injured, pretty bad as well. When she saw Martha, she said nothing, but watched her as she approached.

Rihanne let out a joyful bark, seeing Martha, and hopped down from the girl's arms, forgetting her injuries for the moment. When she hit, she let out an agonized yelp, and blood oozed from her shoulder. She fought to get back up, but this time her shoulder would not permit it. She stayed down.

Reane allowed the dog down, but seeing she pained she reacted in a heartbeat. Before you know it, the dog was back in her arms. Now her face was ash-white.

Rihanne could no longer move, and thus could not resist the girl picking her back up, though she knew that the girl was just as bad hurt as she was. She whined as the world blurred before her eyes and once again pressed her face into Reane's shoulder. Blood loss made her weak, and she could only lay there, waiting for the pain to stop.

After petting Bonnie, Martha looked up and spotted the other two arriving. Her face took on the look of shock and great concern, "My land!" she cried out, rushing towards them and taking Rihanne from Reane's battered arms, "Come inside! Oh, not another attack! What happened?" She questioned, speaking a little too fast. She held the door open for Reane and then went inside, laying her pet on the table and hurring to the cuboards to gather up her ever-handy supplies.

Calming down enough to keep herself level-headed, Martha turned on the water faucet and looked to Reane, "Wash your arms under there as well as you can. We need to make sure to avoid infections." Now she moved to Rihanne, giving the girl time to washout her wounds. Martha carefully washed her pet's wounds and began to wrap guaze around the shoulder and leg so that Rihanne wouldn't be able to move the limb much at all. She knew it was badly damaged and would need time to heal. As she searched her over for more injuries and talked sympatheticly, Martha glanced back to see if Reane had finished cleaning her arms.

Rihanne whimpered a little as Martha bandaged the limb, and her vision went out as she sank toward unconciousness. She was so tired, and had lost so much blood. She wanted to sleep...

Reane entered, handed Rihanne to Martha, and did as she instructed. She decided to fill in the blanks.
"A wolf had entered the land, seeming no harm. I was reading, and a wolf came from the bushes and attacked me from behind. She caught my side. Then anothercame up and aimed for my gun, but I didn't let him. Rihanne attacked the first wolf, so I tried to shoot the wolfess, but two more wolves came out after i shot and reloaded. They grabbed both my arms. Then the first wolf attacked the other wolves, so a battle started. But Rihanne saved my life. She battled them off, got two wolves in my sights, I shot them. She's a good fighter. But the one wolf broke her leg."

She listened closely to the account, shaking her head all the while in dismay, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that... I just don't know what we're going to do about this problem." She stroked Rihanne's head and placed her on a dog bed on the floor. It use to belong to her collie Elsa, but now it would belong to Rihanne. Making sure the limb was bound tight enough, but not too tight, Martha turned her attention to Reane.

"I just don't know what to do." She murmured again, seeing the damage on the girl's arms and side. As she did with her pets, Martha used an antiboitic spray over the wounds to further keep out infection. Then she carefully wrapped the gauze around her arms to hold off bleeding and provide protection for healing.

"Was one of the wolves black? With yellow eyes? She's caused no end of trouble..." Martha's voice carried animosity in it at describing this particular wolf. Taijya. Now she thought about the other wolf that helped. "And the other wolf... was it a gray male? With a black saddle mark over his back?" Koren was not around too much, at least not around the house, but he was a great help still. And the only wolf that Martha could think of at the time. As she spoke, the lady examined Reane's side, also spraying it with the antibiotics. She glanced back at Rihanne often, fearful of her condition.

Reane winced a bit at the Antibiotic.
"Yes, one was black. But the second one was good, he attacked... Fajebin I think?"
She paused, looking over at Rihanne.
"I will keep a harder lookout for wolves, keep my gun with me everytime I go out."

Rihanne did not stir, but whined a little. The rest would do her good. The shoulder was broken, she would be out of action for a while.

"Yes, it would be a good idea for you to keep the gun with you. Mark was talking about setting out more traplines for the wolves as well." She pointed out. Finished with helping the wounds, she stood back a step and gave one last look over, "There, I think you should be well here in a few days." Martha gave a smile, tinged with sympathy and sorry. "Is there anything you need now? I'm just so sorry you had to go through that... the wolves are so terrible around here. I don't know why."

The lady moved towards Rihanne now, her beloved gaurdian. "Is your dog faring well? The poor creatures get chewed up pretty bad in these fights." Martha went on, now stroking Rihanne's head as she spoke to Reane.

"Ill keep that in mind."
She watchwed her step back.
"Thanks, nothing needed. And they just might either think its like a competition, or they're dumb enough to be begging to kill and be killed."
She barked a laugh, watching her stride to Rihanne.

"Yeah, he's-"
The shephard mix came bounding in, obviously he'd been looking for her.
"Speak of the devil."

Rihanne opened her eyes as Martha petted her, and licked at her hand. She was entirely unperterbed by the other dog, whom she knew belonged to Reane. She whined a little to let Martha know she was okay, and watched, though she knew better than to move around just yet.