Blackfeather Woods bruised by god

the she-wolf was blind.
she had been blinded — relmyna saw the spill of rusted blood beneath the staring caverns, and was seized with a horrible wave of nausea. it passed in a moment's time as her dark ears strained to hear the frantic words spoken by the other. with no ability to answer, the motherwolf gave a soft croon and dipped her muzzle to stroke the matted cheek of the other, if so allowed.
perhaps the scent of milk that clung to her, the warmth of the flank she pressed to the other's own — perhaps these things would soothe the wounded creature discarded on blackfeather's doorstep by a face relmyna would rather not remember.