More hurt that livid, the autumn warden of the mountain walked from the destruction behind with a teetering chip upon her shoulder. Far be it of her to scold the male for wanting to accomplish his own task, but what bristled her fur and hadn’t yet let her find calm was the diligence he took in finding but one of the many that were lost in the snow. The importance of the one called ‘Lham’ was unknown to her. But to allow it to cause such strife was unsettling. She was confused by the reactions of both Tenzin and Raheerah, more so the latter than the former, though she did not know where to begin to express her concerns.

So she left them as thus and turned toward what she knew she could manage, and that was finding stability in a pack otherwise in shambles.

She began again her search for survives, letting her voice ring out so that the lightly buried and trapped might here and reach out. The woman did not perceive herself as a beacon of hope, but perhaps familiarity that her brethren might reach towards to keep themselves alive. Her voice was a note to ring soundly through the trees to let the fallen know they were not and would not be forgotten.

After her call had receded, she turned her muzzle to the earth hoping against hope that she might find the scent of a fallen comrade. Though the habit would do her no good, as the fresh snow and ice was all she could smell. Nature had done well to provide her with further complication, washing away the familiar scent of the Vale and her packmates and leaving nothing in its place save for a bland, cleaned slate. Her only hope now was that her voice would be heard and others were well enough to reach out. Though her expectations for this were understandably limited. Never the less she tried regardless, and kept her ears cupped forward in the instance a voice broke through the stillness.

And by fate, there was a sound! Croaked and strained by present none the less.

Foregoing her aimless scrounge through the snow, she charged toward the waning call while uttering her own in reply to let them know that she had heard. She charged as fast as her tired limbs would allow, pushing aside her fatigue to the back of her mind and masked her strain with the adrenaline that pumped through her veins. In minutes, she came across the downward slope of rock and ice, and too was met with the bitter tinge of blood on the air. One of her brethren was injured, but at the very least he was alive. Even in the darkness, she could make out the glossy side of her fellow warrior. A portion of him remained covered by snow, but his front at the very least was revealed for her to assess. Minding her steps, she approached him with care, whining softly to assure him that all would be well.

She walked around to his front and lowered her muzzle close to his. Carefully, she lapped away the blood from his maw hoping it would do something to ease his breathing. “I will have to move you,” she informed his carefully. “But I will not if you are in too much pain. Where do you hurt? Can you say?” She had hardly heard the male say much, but if she had some sort of an idea, it would have assist her in helping him greatly.

To his direction, she took noticed of the open wound on his thigh, and though she did not openly grimace, she felt terrible for the sight and looked away after but a moment. He claimed he would be move, but she did not see how he could able to without being in dire pain. All she could hope for was that their progress to the Chenrezig would be swift in order to give the pained male the rest he deserved.

Before attempting to move him, however, she carefully surveyed his neck and chest, hoping that she might find the source of pain that ailed him. He claimed it hurt, yet she could see nothing externally that would cause this pain. And because of this, she feared that his situation was more dire. There was nothing more frightening than what could not be seen. Whining softly, she knelt down towards her fellow warrior and braced herself against his side. “Alright,” she mumbled. “Put your weight against me; I will help you rise. Drape yourself if you must… but we need to get you moving.” He was certainly a large wolf, but lacked the bulk that the female naturally carried. Undoubtedly his weight would make for a struggle if applied fully, yet she was more than willing to endure the burden as long as it assisted her fallen pack brother. "Come.” She stepped forward carefully, motioning for him to move.