A wave of relief washed over him when Farren's eyes opened and she spoke his name. He wasn't quite sure what he would have done if she had been dead, mostly likely nothing that could fall under the heading of "peace". He smiled, doing his best to calm the sense of fear that he was getting from his sister; at least he assumed it was just coming from his sister. The scent of terror and death clung in the air as strongly as the smoke and blood did. He was having trouble stomaching it himself; he couldn't imagine what it must have been doing to the other weres who had been present at the march today. At the sight of her tears, August leaned down and kissed his sister's forehead. "You're okay, Ren. There was an explosion, several explosions. Somebody attacked the march." He paused a moment, weighing the gravity of those words in his mind. Who was behind this? Who hated people like him and his family so much that they wanted to kill them? August kept his eyes on his sister, as opposed to the destruction around them. Later he would look at the horror; later he would feel incredibly responsible for any member of his pack who had shown up at his behest and gotten hurt.
As far as he could tell, there was nothing pinning Farren to the ground. The power of the blast must have tossed her to the side. Once he inspected her for injuries, he would decide whether or not that was a good thing. "I need you to tell me what hurts, Ren. Do you think you can move? We've got to get you off the bridge." His hand moved over her hair and down her arm. From what he could see, aside from a few cuts and scrapes, there was not much outward damage, but then again, he was no Trent. His mind went out to his brother and he wondered if any of his siblings was with him, if Venus was with him; he hoped, for their sake, that they were. August told himself again that once he had tended to Farren that he would check into the others. He felt like he had a impossible list of things to take care of and too little time to do it all in. "Have you seen any of the others," he asked on the off-chance that Farren had spotted them before the bomb went off.