Ice crawls up the bear's legs, and the other is already down from its injuries. It gives the Wolf the chance to draw back, glancing between both before it turns and it moves at a run, even as it limps from the scratches down its back. She stumbles, and between the trip and pushing herself back up, she is Red once more. The scratches are still raked down her back, but her clothes are intact as she reaches the tree, following the young woman's trail.

"Hey," she starts, and it's a little breathless as she tries to ignore the sharp pain at her back. "Was that you, the ice?" There's a note of concern in that, maybe, but it's more related to the follow up: "Are you okay?"

Red is leaning against the tree as she stoops to pick up her cloak, winching a little and trying not to.