Blackfeather Woods Strong Determination, Deadly Intentions

Meldresi's gaze swept across the gathered wolves, cold dark sapphires in her sockets. She got no definite answer, as she had expected, but that would have to wait for now. Her only daughter was bleeding out in the dirt now, and she needed to be cleaned and tended to. "Cicero, go to the infirmary and prepare wet moss, cobwebs, lavender, alder bark, and marigold." She said quickly to her middle child, knowing he would quickly react quickly to her command. Her ear twitched slightly at Lusa's voice; she knew a lie when she heard it. But for now, she ignored it for now. Potema was in danger of dying. "Lusa, go with him."

Then she looked up at the two men that stood now. "You two, help me carry Potema." She said, walking towards her limp daughter.