Ravensblood Forest sweep up in the apothecary for a hot meal and some neosenephrin

Despite being the daughter of a medic, Durnehviir had never felt the pull to follow in her mother's pawsteps. Although like Paarthurnax in so many ways, she simply did not wish to hone her skills in the way of herbs and care-taking. Throughout nearly her whole life, her main focus had been on fending for herself nevermind others, as was the way of life for a loner. Viinturuth had taught her a thing or two about very basic first aid, but she was far from confident when it came to dealing with actual casualties - especially one as marred as the yearling who'd somehow ended up across her home's borders.

Still, she tended him the best she knew how, though it troubled her that he slept so much. She supposed it made sense, considering his massive blood loss and spent energy, but he seemed to rouse only briefly and didn't seem aware of... well, anything. Durnehviir felt resonsible for him, in a sense, considering she'd pleaded with Constantine to help him, and so was rarely far from him.

Resting nearby when the wounded youth's groaning and writhing caused her ears to prick, Durnehviir went to him at once. She whined softly upon her approach to his little hollow and lingered at its entrance, alerting him to her presence. "Hey you," Durnehviir said softly as she poked her muzzle gingerly inside, eager to catch a glimpse of her ward's features.