Rowan had been staring at the pack, trying to decide how best to proceed, when a raven soared down and the wolves scattered and fled, leaving behind the stripped carcass. His eyes narrowed, head tilting. That was...odd behavior, to say the least, and the silver wolf's howl sent a little chill down his spine. Why...why would they just leave like that? Did the raven scare them away? That would be strange; wolves and ravens often played together, and the wolves had no trouble chasing the birds away when they got too annoying. Maybe it was just...weird timing...?
He was probably thinking way too much about it, but Namia's insistence on finding the ravens had made him intensely curious about the entire situation--whoa!
That was when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement. Namia collapsing bonelessly--and him too distracted by the ravens to catch her, or notice that something had been wrong. With a startled curse, he dropped down onto his front knees and reached out to grab her, pulling him into his arms and brushing her hair back so he could get a look at her face.
He let out another curse at what he saw. She was ghost-white, her eyes brimmed with tears.
"Namia? Namia!" he said, eyes wide with concern and heart drumming in his chest. Goddess, what happened to her?! "Namia, are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt? What...?"
The ravens had descended upon the carcass, squawking and bickering over whatever bits were left behind. Shivering at the sight, and disturbed by the strange sequence of events, Rowan scooped Namia up like a bride and rose back to his feet.
"We should get out of here."