The smell of blood, the sound of whining, all on the border. It was becoming something so common in the reaper's life, yet every time those happened she couldn't help but have a spike of anxiety run through her chest. Anxiety flared into anger, however, when she saw the scene at the border. Three dead wolves, and a tiger bleeding out, while a newer member of the group simply laughed and watched. "Leave. She would growl out towards Farah, ears pinning to her head in anger as she made her way to Seven, picking out herbs and large leaves quickly from her bag before attempting to place the leaves down on Seven's neck. She needed to stop the bleeding before she bled out, Moth was unconcerned with the other wounds that the tiger could have at the moment, this one was the biggest and needed her help the most. "Either leave and get help from camp, or get the fuck out of Tanglewood. Stop acting like a piece of shit Coalition member." If Farah wasn't going to help someone at the border, she didn't belong in Tanglewood. She didn't belong in the home that had worked so hard to pick themselves back up from being thrown down from the Coalition.

Head turned back to Seven, back to her patient, and Moth would let her voice get level once more, she'd let herself calm down before speaking once more. "It'll be okay, I've got you." Calming tone, make sure not to let the patient's heart rate get up, don't let her lose more blood than was already lost. "My name's Moth, you're in Tanglewood, you're safe now."

Hearing screeching, shrieking and the breaking of bones and tearing of flesh set the Shadow Regent on edge. She was cautious when she came upon the scene to see three wolves dead and one creature still alive. She heard Moth's command and she turned to look at Farah whom had not decided to help the other. Then lioness weighed the options that they had. She didn't trust the injured tiger. They didn't know why the three canines had been chasing her. Were they good or bad? Had the scorpion tailed creature done something to cause their ire to be focused on her? There was so many options and pathways. They could be helping someone in need or someone who could potentially turn on them. Flicking her tail she decided to speak to Farah then. "She should go bring Aurum." Even though it was bitter she knew that they would need his judgement here. Her own words were bland as she focused on the stranger who had a gruesome beginning on their lands.

"Does this one have a name? She may call me Elsweyr. What happened to her?" The question that needed to be answered. Why were the wolves suddenly racing to attack one creature and cause harm only for all three of their lives to be taken. Murder was not something to be overlooked and so she waited to see what the answer was. Just a few words could make a difference.