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

His answer was vague and although she understood his reluctance to provide more detail, it irritated her all the same. She'd sacrificed her time to watch over him, a stranger in her home, yet he seemed reluctant to let her help. With a twitch of her nose, the russet Frostfur frowned softly as she quietly considered the boy's statement.

"Why?" Durnehviir decided to press, her pale gaze questioning. Despite his obvious wounds, the yearling appeared to be of good body condition. She very much doubted that someone simply saw fit to try and kill a fit, able young wolf to simply eat his flesh.