Amaris wasn’t far behind when he took off running. His longer legs and bigger stride for him there a few precious seconds before she did. She managed to get between the two men, her attention focused on the man on the ground, that stupid hunter. “You stupid jackass! How much sport is it to hunt a white wolf? She’s his pet and now you’ve shot her. I swear to all that is holy that if she dies, I will make you pay.” There was a growl in her words, one that terrified the man as he scrambled to his feet and took off running.<br/><br/>Only then did she turn to assess what was going on with Sofie. He had managed to press his shirt to the wound to slow the flow of blood. She dropped to her knees and nudged him out of the way. “Let me see.” Amaris had plenty of experience fixing up minor wounds on members of the pack.  At the very least she’d be able to see how bad it was.<br/><br/>Searching fingers slipped under the make shift compress, probing the wound gently. Sofie lifted her head and grumbled but Amaris made the soft sounds a mother wolf might make to her pups to soothe and settle them down. “It’s not too bad. I don’t think the bullet hit anything vital. We need to get her medical attention soon though. How far is your car?”