Moonspear The higher we climb, the farther we fall

Seeing the wolves of the Spear injured was not what she wanted. It was with a heavy heart that she only wished she had been able to do better by them as well by stringing the dark Redhawk's innards across the mountainside after he had been the root cause of all their struggles now. She was still bitter, and nursing her own wounds. Several of them. She still believed they could have done far better had he not ruined it and maybe all that had happened after could have been avoided had he just not been there. They were mountain wolves, that hunt would not have been anything too impossible for them, rain or not. Even if they had still gained one sizable kill out of the entire fiasco, he'd still cost them, and her, dearly.

"Healing," she replied. It wasn't a lie but she wasn't exactly entirely happy about the progress so far. It was slow, tiresome, and she still felt.. off. "But it takes time.." she added with a soft sigh. Circumstance was far from ideal without certain plants available to them, not that they had experienced medics to use them anyway. She did, however, hope this mess may inspire someone into learning more, though. "How about you? Your wounds?" she quipped back with a pointed glance towards the limb in question.