Shit. He thought.
A young wolf was parked on the ground on their doorstep. Her scent, obvious and alluring, had led him here. 'Twas the season, he knew, but it was odd for any stranger to find themselves in the world of others without a purpose.
Taikon had expected to find a female in heat, as it was a smell he had known well. However, it was not her body's availability that interested him, but rather her unknown status. She was a strange, odd little thing. A reddish hue coated her fur. The prince circled in mild panic around her, fearful that someone might happen upon him and think that he had somehow done this to her. After thinking about himself and what this meant for all of ten seconds, he realized she needed help. Collapsing was not exactly a hobby that most people kept up. The border of the woods was the obvious place for a Rose such as her, but he didn't know if it was right to drag a collapsed woman into the wood.
Not knowing what to do, he called for @Rowan or @Minnow, or some other possibility of a medic within earshot. Then, Taikon gingerly took her scruff in his mouth, and began dragging.
This was not as smooth as he had hoped. She was heavier than he anticipated from a small woman, and her scruff was not easily weight distributed the way that puppies were. So, Taikon heaved and hoed, pulling her into the darkness and safety of their wood only several steps at a time. He stopped to pant, heavy, wet breaths drifting from his mouth. Strangely, her scent excited him in spite of himself, though her face was hardly one he found attractive.

Taikon paced for a moment, then was shocked when she started to come to. He gasped, standing over her and moving his head low to listen to her. The voice was hardly a whisper, fading into the air as it left her gentle lips. He didn't dare to touch her, afraid she might shift away or try to get up and run. Whatever had caused her to fall, he was very concerned that she was unwell. He hoped someone would come soon to help her.
For the moment, Taikon practiced his bedside manner and spoke softly back to her. It's okay — I'm Taikon of the Ivory Rose. I'm here to help, he offered.
The Ivory Rose did not reject those like her based on poor health. Perhaps they should have. Maybe she had come bearing some sort of disease, or was faking it. Though Taikon rarely trusted intentions, he was also not willing to risk her safety based on unknowns. The mystery woman was in trouble, and that was all that mattered.
He moved and leaned over to pick up her scruff again, stopping before he did so. I'm going to move you further into our woods. I've called a medic for help, he said, and grabbed her as a mother might try to pluck up a puppy. He dragged again, hoping that someone was close by. He was not equipped to diagnose or repair whatever was wrong with her.

Her delirium did not escape him, and he frowned gently. Taikon had seen illnesses of the mind before, but whatever this was, he simply did not have the knowledge to diagnose it. Trauma both mental and physical could cause things like this, but the fact that she was also in heat could have been related. Part of him wished now that he might have become a healer so as to better care for the people around him. It seemed more relevant than ever given this woman's ailment.
As he dragged her, he hoped that it was not something serious. He hoped that someone would come to their aid, as he felt more than a little bit out of his element.
It didn't take long for Minnow to appear. He didn't know her apart from her vague abilities to help when needed, so she was more than a welcome sight. He released his grip on the cinnamon woman and frowned as he explained the situation. I'm not sure — I found her collapsed at our borders. She's delirious. I don't know what's wrong, he said, looking over the woman a bit frantically as he lightly moved his nose over her shoulder, hoping to glean some kind of information.

Minnow listened just as Rowan was arriving. As Rowan began gently to examine her, Taikon felt strangely protective over the woman. He knew very well that she was in a state of vulnerability, and though he owed Rowan a lot, he did not know the boy leader well enough to not feel some anxiety about the whole thing.
But it seemed clear that his intentions were good, despite the tantalizing scent that emanated from her fertile body. Taikon blinked calmly as Rowan turned and thanked him. He said nothing in response; he simply nodded very slightly. There was no need to thank him, he thought. He had not gone out of his way to help her. She had appeared at their doorstep, and he had pulled her in rather than leaving her in the dirt to die alone. Such a thing was not something deserving of praise or appreciation — it almost made him angry. People like Cordelia had seen the worst of wolfkind. He hated that he appeared "good" only because he was not the worst of the offendors.
Just then, the woman stirred, yawning long and wide as she woke again from her strange slumber. She even stood, and Taikon stepped forward to try to assist her as she did so. The movement ended up awkward as he tried to prop her up when she did not need it, and he backed away with a weird face, hoping she was too dazed to notice. The Ivory Rose welcome any in need — it's no trouble, he said immediately, and stood back as he also bowed to her, deep and low.
It was a grand, cordial greeting that had long been his signature, but out of place in the Wilds. As he raised back up slowly from the formal gesture, he breathed slowly and realized he had interrupted before Rowan could speak. He bit his lip and backed away a step. Boy leader or not, it was Rowan, not he, who would decide if she would stay or leave.