Jade Fern Grove as the world comes to an end i'll be here to hold your hand

Their numbers had swelled with wolves both weary and injured. Another wolf might have seen these refugees as yet more mouths to feed, but Sriracha was not any other wolf. He saw that they were tended to, he even kept them fed himself. @Akirea and @Elora would recover, and when they did he would ask them to join Tortuga, the name he had given to their group. They would be free to go if they so chose, but Sriracha hoped, perhaps selfishly, that he could convince them to stay. Numbers would bolster the legitimacy of his claim, after all.

He thought on this as he delved to the center of the territory, seeking out their newest members. He sniffed around the willow tree and, if he had no luck, would sweep along towards the communal den.

Her foreleg she held close, placed back in it's socket but by no means cured. Her fur was a warzone of scabs and cuts and bruises, she held of grooming it vigourusly for fear of opening on if the scabs accidently. Her concussion left her with a throbbing headache at times, but she had come to her senses and felt much better in the skull-splitting headache region. She had been skulking about for most of her time here, in great debt and gratitude to the pack here yet not physically fit enough to do anything more then be a lump of fur. 

She hobbled toward a willow, a rather large one, and draped herself via a series of awkward movements over it's base. Little time had passed before another came into her vision, mask marking him instantly as Sriracha. She smiled, lifting her head and muttering an awkward. "Hey" to draw attention to herself.

The plethora of dull scents around the willow tree made it difficult to tell who had been there recently. The wind whispered through its branches, the very tips of which played across the water of the stream. Sriracha's ear flicked, then swiveled towards the willow at the greeting. With his nose, he brushed aside the draping branches and smiled brilliantly to find Akirea beneath them. Akirea, he greeted warmly.

She still looked as though she had lost a fight with a cliff (which she had,) but she looked better. Her shoulder was fixed, that much was clear, though her fur was littered with scabs. You look much better. How do you feel? he asked politely. Perhaps he would ask her now if she wanted to stay?