Fenrys was, in fact, returning back, but it wasn't until after the scuffle had finished by the time he picked up on the scent of blood.

It was the scent of blood - both Yukon's and another wolf's that he didn't recognize yet - that made his trot turn into more of a run. He'd never smelt Yukon's blood before, at least since he'd known Yukon. Which meant that either she'd prematurely taken her plan into action, or... something else had happened.

Fenrys didn't like the possibilities of "something else". Yet, as he approached with every swift paw, it was becoming clear "something else" was clearly what it was. For there was Yukon, lying on a rock ledge with said ledge seemingly coated in red.

Slowing down to a normal trot - no need for anyone to know he'd been running after smelling what he did - he quickly approached Yukon, looking at concern at her wounds, which were clearly wolf-made.

"Are you alright?" he asked before Yukon had the chance to say anything. Yukon was a powerful enoguh fighter from what he'd seen - for her to have this many wounds was... worrisome, to say the least. And that was another fact that he kept to himself.

"Who did this to you?" He took one look at Yukon before his ears flattened and a dark look flashed in his eyes. Padding in a circle around Yukon to figure out where exactly she was injured - usually he'd never show this level of concern, but Yukon was his one tie to outside this pack, and he wasn't sure how injured she might be - he tried recalling the other scent of blood, and who it might have been tied to, but at the moment he couldn't tell.

Finishing his circle around Yukon, he sat down on his haunches, ears still flat, and glowered at the "pack" they had joined while he re-asked the question. "Who did this?" While Fenrys didn't care about Yukon in an intimate way, at the very least he did care about whether Yukon lived or not. The pack that had invaded their territory held almost zero care for him, and although he didn't care about Yukon intimately he did care that someone had done this to her. In a protective way - they had looked out for each other for quite some time now, and this was no different.

Whoever had done this had probably just asked for a death sentence. Maybe not now, but eventually.

"Who did this to you?"

Yukon only scoffed, "Who do you think?" she asked back to him, glaring up at him as her eyes followed him until he say down beside her. Why did he care? It's not like they were an item of any sort. Drawing in a deep breath, She'd release an elongated exhale -- almost as if she was trying to calm herself down. "The alphas little helper did it.." She answered his question finally, looking down at her paws as she did so. "But, I handled it... No need for you to do anything." Yukon added, hoping he wouldn't do anything rash.

Fenrys growled. He'd been gone for barely an hour-
- and that was probably the heart of the problem, really.

Choosing not to respond to Yukon's question of where he'd been - she could figure that out herself if she wanted to - he cast a dark look at the rest of the pack. "That guy?" he asked, death in his glare.

Fenrys could probably take him on, he reasoned. Completely ignoring in his rage that Yukon had tried exactly that and failed. He could do it because he had pretty much insulted him to his face by attacking Yukon.

"And you say you handled it." he said, words brimming with some sarcasm. He looked at Yukon's wounds again, doubting those exact words. What kind of fight must it have been to leave that much blood? Either way, he doubted it.

"You sure about that?" Like it or not, Fenrys was probably going to kill that guy when the time came.

Okay, maybe not right now, but the intent was there anyway. He'd done this, he'd suffer the consequences.