In light of the hunt against a traitor she had never met before, the former Trigeda wolf was more than ever distant towards the native teekon wolves, even those who inhabited sleeping dragon. Never had nor would Rebekka dare judge the Commander's choice of council, however, it was for the very fact that it had been a teekon wolf to assault Freyja (whom the woman quite admired) that Rebekka felt less inclined to concern herself with those of the other race of wolves. Little allegiance did she feel devout, to any other than Heda herself, nor would she ever. Perhaps judgement had taken her too blindly, perhaps not. The changes the Commander had implemented almost as soon as calling Wildifre as her mate, had seemed all too suspicious at the time. However, Rebekka knew Wildfire to be a dependable companion, no matter her origins. The confliction weighed great on her mind, and in turn, drove her to become silent -- more absent -- than she already had been.

However, it was upon the flicker of red staggering through the wood that called her attention away from the hunt that day; optics followed as the figure soon turned out to be Wildfire herself, and the stench of blood that followed in her steps. Confusion clouded the woman's emotions before action took to her mind, racing towards the fire kissed girl just as she began to fall. Rebekka was not fast enough as the other woman landed in her dirt, nearing only to see the multiple slashes and cuts upon the Commander's wife inflicted by an unknown source. A snarl rippled through her maw. Touching nose with the other woman's forehead, damp warmth signaled that the female was still alive, to her relief. "Wildfire?" Rebekka spoke, an inquiry. Shock gripped her as she could not find the correct translations to speak but did so anyways in her patch-work vocabulary. "Is okay?" 

All cool was lost as Wildfire shuddered, flinching away from her touch with a groan. Rebekka was by no means a healer, and the least qualified to assess and assist a clearly ailed person. However, the marks upon the woman's body displayed that this was no mere accident but an intentioned attack. Her body tensed at the idea of this, a purposeful crime against the Bandrona, Drageda, Heda. Sucked back into the moment after milliseconds of a blank stare by Wildfire's tremored voice, the woman gathered her nerves. "Rebekka calls," She echoed, nodding vigorously before realizing the action call was not within her vocabulary. Fuck. "CALL?! Wildfire???" Rebekka cried out, prodding the convulsing woman once more; panic flooding her head as the idea of even alerting others did not even pass her mind, never mind the proper breathing techniques to stay calm in a dire situation. Why had she not learnt the language before? Why could she not be so arrogant? The idea that the Commander's wife might die for her lack of communication ability would be the end of her life as she knew it. Thuringwethil would gut her alive, she would be shunned and worse, exiled. Her own heartbeats pounded in her ears. And what the hell was a Portia?? Nevermind that she had actually met the healer before; in the moment of sheer frenzy at merely the sight of Wildfire upon the ground before her twitching, Rebekka was utterly useless.

Wildfire did not speak again after that. Frantically, Rebekka searched her packmate's face, her sinking eyes, any indication to what she could do; what was she supposed to do? And then, almost comically, it clicked. It felt like her world came crashing down as in just a split second, she cursed herself more than she had to any other soul. She threw her head back and howled, long and true; the utmost, dire urgency prominent within her cry (@Portia). How could she have forgotten, out of all the things to forget in that moment, to do the one thing she could ever do? A whine of both disbelief and frustration escaped her, before her eyes returned to the beaten red coat of the formerly joyous woman. "Wildfire, live," She stood above the woman who seemed to barely hold conscious, begging that she not do what she looked like she was going to do. However, here was little she could do, or say to revive the woman from her slipping state, but simply express the unpleasant situation Wildfire had put her in."Taim yu die right nau, ai'm na be really, really mad," Rebekka's nose wrinkled in faux antagonism that just barely masked the dread that lay underneath; fear for both the woman and herself. She would never be forgiven if Wildfire was to perish on the riverside, nor would she ever forgive herself. 

Breaking away from the gaze of the red woman, Rebekka refused to do nothing though her use had run out. Feverish eyes scanned the surrounding land for any indication that there was anyone else out there to do what she could not. "Help!" The hoarse cry settled on the wind as every bit of her willed that the aid would hurry up and arrive. Eyes flickered back to the woman. "Help?" 

Rebekka's call had little explanation, but there was urgency and fear written into it. Positive it was her skills in healing that were needed, Portia let out a loud and anxiety noise as she shuffled quickly through her stash for the most important emergency herbs she could think of before she tore off in a full sprint towards the borders. Her jaws were packed full with leaves and bitter remedies and cobwebs, horror written across her face as she prepared herself for the worse. The closer she got the more clear it was who needed such urgent attention.

Wildfire.

She silent prayed to her Lord that it was not true, but when she reached the border she saw the red woman lying down, Rebekka in front of her. She let out an exasperated noise, then calling for @Thuringwethil, who she noticed had not been explicitly notified. 

"You didn't alert her wife?? The commander? Are you fucking kidding me?" she exclaimed with frustration, the expletive being out of character, but fitting to the situation. The Skayona shook with terror, not handling high-stress situations very often, but worked regardless. Most of the bleeding had stopped, but Wildfire did not look well at all-- she was sopping wet and was freezing to the touch. She was a small wolf, but did her best to sit over her, trying to keep her as warm as possible. "Are none of you trained in the most common healing remedies? Or common sense?!" she yelled, snarling in Rebekka's direction as she began to press cobwebs to open wounds, "She's going to die of hypothermia, and you couldn't even try to keep her warm!" She pressed herself closer to the bandrona, beginning to lick the fur on her neck backwards, trying to keep blood circulating and the trapper warm. "Ridiculous, standing over her like a lost puppy," she muttered bitterly between licks.

In her defense, Rebekka was dumb as a post. However, was it really her fault that she had not been taught how to keep someone alive in a dire situation, how to assess wounds and treat them while simultaneously remaining calm? It had never been her job nor her specialty, she would admit.  However, perhaps she would have attempted to share body heat with Wildfire, had the Bandrona not yelped every time she touched her.

The medic began the work as soon as she arrived, however, it seemed the woman was wasting more time yelling at Rebekka than treating the Commander's wife. Harsh words were fired one after the other in Rebekka's direction, and while the language barrier blocked most of what the healer was saying, the tone was very clear. Hackles raised slowly as her ears lowered against her skull. What did this woman know of what had happened, but instead, seemed to concern herself with what Rebekka was doing rather than focusing full attention to the convulsing woman on the ground. Her blood boiled at her inability to to anything useful and the fact that the one person who could do something was instead worsening the situation further."Shof op na du yur hana!"The woman yelled back, thoroughly angry but entirely scared; furious that this woman had the time to scream and shout while Rebekka could do nothing but watch as Wildfire suffered by wounds she was not able to treat. It irked her to no end, and yet, she stood defeated to the fact that Portia had been right, she was useless.

Seconds passed by before the woman caught the sound of the red woman's cry, a sound that ran a chill down her spine. Eyes wandered the woman's body, realizing that the medic seemed to be doing what Rebekka had tried to avoid. "NO!" A snarl rippled through her maw as the spotted healer yelled; Portia, oblivious to the pain she was causing to the woman on the ground. Hackles raised, she deciphered what she could from the present situation; Portia was hurting Heda's wife. "Stop! Yu idi, yu laik laksen em!"Furious words screamed at the spotted woman, fully prepared to wrestle the "healer" away if it meant relieving the Bandrona from the pain the other was causing; Rebekka's body language fully displayed the preparation to lunge. Perhaps it was not the smartest idea, but the woman would not again stand by as the Commander's wife further suffered, for this time, she could do something about it. This was no healer, at least, not by Rebekka's belief. 

Portia struggled to understand the words, but she heard 'your job,' and was well aware that Rebekka thought she was wasting time. She was an expert at multitasking, and was fully capable of sending a bitch to hell and back as she treated her patients-- but she didn't argue back, instead she just let out a loud snarl. She was doing her job, if Wildfire did not warm up than dressing the wounds would be utterly useless. She had seen the gash, and she was already pressing cobwebs where she could see they were needed when Wildfire began to stir. She had pressed cobwebs to the gash already, but was still working to warm her, licking forcefully even as the Heda's wife began to speak. 

It worked, thankfully, but numbness soon began to leave the redhead and caused pain to wrack through her. Portia heard Wildfire cry before she realized she was hurting her, still focused on not letting the woman freeze to death. When she twisted, Portia raised herself as quickly as she could in realization. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cooed softly, ears pinning back as she heard the unmistakable insult in Rebekka's sentence, as well the word hurt. She didn't pay her any attention, unaware she was ready to attack her, for the Skayona was-- just as before-- focused on fixing Wildfire before it got worse. "Shush!" she snarled, green eyes darting to her herbs as she search it for the black poppyseeds, carefully holding over the girl without pressing against her gash as she bent down to pick up the leaf, placing it before Wildfire. "Eat those," she commanded before grabbing another mouthful of cobwebs, still ignoring Rebekka. 

Portia's fur stood on end when Thuringwethil arrived, her voice booming, and it wasn't until Dio came to her side that it went back down. It was weird to feel comforted by the presence of another, and even weirder that Dio seemed to be standing there to protect her... but she didn't have time to process that right now.

Wildfire quickly explained what happened, and though Portia had thought it was a wolf by the wounds she was bearing (no pun intended), she didn't question the woman at all. She trusted her, and really it didn't matter at this point-- all she cared about was making sure she survived. 

"Rebekka called for me, I found her like this, I am warming her and patching her wounds. I need to take her to my den-- these herbs will do for now but it's not a proper dressing," she said afterwards, letting out a heavy breath before continuing to press cobwebs to the redhead. It was only now she realized the position she was in-- seeing Tanja out of the corner of her eye as well as the realization that everyone was calming down Rebekka-- would the other really have attacked her? She couldn't tell, now was not the time to worry.

Perhaps the woman would gave attacked the healer, had Heda not arrived when she did. It was Rebekka's full belief that Portia was no healer at all by the pained expression of the woman on the ground, it was so. However, it  was Heda's judgement of the circumstance that would either stop her or urge her on, but as soon as the Commander spoke, the woman slowed her stance of attack. "I.. I just found her like this, I think -- I thought --  she was hurting her," The woman spoke in unsteady tones to anyone that would be willing to listen, eyes flickering from the Commander to Portia to Wildfire. The moments upon watching the red woman fall to the ground had been horrific none the less; only the fact that she had not the abilities to help cure had felt worse. However, the story Wildfire told of a bear, did not satisfy her. Rebekka had smelt nothing of a bear, and even though the woman had been dunked enough times to wash away any lingering scent, wouldn't bear claws be much bigger, and would Wildfire's injuries be so much worse? She shuddered, the mere thought halted any further ideas of what possibly had occurred, opting to rather believe the red woman than to spark conspiracy that was none of her business; perhaps later.

It was only when Tanja seemed to move her away from the group that brought her trembling back to reality. "I didn't do this -- I didn't know what to do," She had to make her statement known; frantic optics ran from Tanja to anyone that would meet her eye before stumbling over her own heels in attempt to back away with the man, departing the scene of her unwanted and uneeded presence. She felt as if the eyes of the pack bore down on her, unbelieving of her words as if her placement, her form of attack on the healer, was just too suspicious. Heda would believe her, that her intentions had been true and good, that she had only sought to help although she did not have the natural capabilities to do so. "I tried," The woman spoke with a sudded steady tone, determined to the fact that she had done all that she could, and she would not be blamed for it. 

"please, let's get her to my den," Portia said with a dip of her head, "she's fine-- she'll be fine, but i'd feel better if she was where the rest of my supplies are." she was smaller, not very strong, but Heda was much larger and stronger and could easily hoist Wildfire up and carry her to her den. the Skayona would help, of course, but Thuringwethil's help would make the process safer and quicker.