Fox's Glade moving then without a sound

The girl dissolved into sobs, motioning wildly and unable to finish her sentences. The woman was unfazed; her steadiness much of what made her as competent as she was. It would do no good to have a nervous, shaky witch medic, for they would merely botch things up. "attacked by what?" She prompted, for that would largely determine the seriousness of their injuries and their rate of survival in the midst of winter. 

 "be calm, agapitós," She said, dropping her scant bundle of herbs. "tell me what happened, and slowly." If they were as gravely injured as the girl said; there might be little the witch could do, without the herbs she'd left behind on the coast, long ago. Still; there was hope, and the witches mind moved to the pack's borders she'd scented a while back; already working ahead as she listened to the girl's words.