A bone in her wing snaps as she lands in a bloody mess at the base of a tree. As SwiftShape struggles to remain conscious, the turtles run off the strange creatures. She creels piteously for help, forgetting that she is still in hawk form. The orange masked male turtle hears her and comes to crouch beside her. He reaches out to touch her but a female turtle wearing a silver and gold mask intercepts his hand.
Wounded animals are very vicious.
She says He locks eyes with SwiftShape, then looks back at the female. She won't hurt me Luna. She shakes her head as he gently picks her up and cradles her in the crook of his elbow. Asks a blue masked turtle. I don't know, Leo.