Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i needed it

A slight nod is all she gets in response but the girl seems to be barely holding on as is. She grimaces, feeling a flash of anger at the slurred description. It does not take much to paint a picture of what might have happened. She hesitates at Xan's question, glancing between the woman still by her side and the leader. The girl has lost enough blood that she's concerned to move her much, but leaving her out in the cold is hardly ideal. Poet licks her lips, an anxious tic, and says, "we should move her somewhere safe and pack the wound with clean snow."

It's at least a start, and Poet moves to carry the girl, assuming assistance from Xan and the other. Her mind races, trying to think of what they'll be able to find quickly in this weather: marigold dies with frost but perhaps she can find some poppy ... "I might have some poppy stored," she murmurs, glancing at the others, "but if you have any cache or know of someone close by who might, that would be helpful."