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

He did not respond to her greeting at once, but Durnehviir waited in patient silence. She hovered at the burrow's entrance, ginger ears high atop her lovely crown when a small voice finally piped up from within. "Ravensblood Forest," the wolfess answered the wounded boy's question simply, then ducked her head to try and get a better look at him. An amber eye blinked back at her.

Durnehviir twitched her nose, curious. "We found you here, in a rather sorry state. What happened?"