Moonspear the day she walked away

Please allow @Seastorm to post first. @Alaric and/or @Sialuk. Catamaran does not realize Kinusi has gone to Neverwinter.

The way was not far, but Catamaran still felt every mile of it. Not in his own body, but in his hyperawareness of Seastorm's. Perhaps he had done more harm than good in bringing her to this place. Regardless, he had done it. They could only move forward from here.

He could smell Kinusi at the borders, but though he wanted to howl for her, he lifted his head to give a more general call instead. With any luck, she would hear his voice and come to... vouch for him? He wasn't sure. He just knew he wanted to see her.

The bounty hunter turned a measuring look on his prize. The words burned in his mouth again: I will protect you. He still didn't say it. How could anyone promise such things?

Their journey had revived her some, in the beginning; now Seastorm was wearied, weakening further. She thought often of their destination, if only for the approaching opportunity to rest. The assassin had never felt so fondly toward the thought of sleeping as she did now.

Whenever she felt Catamaran's eyes on her, though, she straightened a bit. Held herself a little more stiffly. The more he worried for her, the further he seemed to drift away, and Seastorm was beginning to loathe any distance between them. For as much as the bounty hunter had taken from her, he'd given her more to fill the empty space; things she'd never imagined for herself. The affront of her lack of choice in the matter was quickly fading to a background note.

Did it matter? Things were better than they'd been. This was better. This was the best it would ever get.

Seastorm preened a bit at her flaxen ruff while the bounty hunter studied her. She gave no indication that she'd registered his call or the fact that they would soon have company. Under Catamaran's gaze, she was the main event worth watching — and she preferred it that way.

A wolf from Kinusi's new pack called. And he found himself curious and slightly worried for they asked for help. 

He stared at the newcomers. Is my daughter alright?

The woman seemed to hold herself tightly. And if this was the man his daughter left to see and he was here. Father's ire was up. But he put an easy smile on his face. 

You need help? I'm Alaric Willow.

The wolf who approached was formidable and, despite having never met, readily recognizable to the bounty hunter. He found that his wariness increased for this familiarity, but he was glad all the same to see a healer right off the bat.

The question stumped him, though. His pulse became fast and thready for a moment, surely as a result of his general state of anxiety. He answered the question he thought had been asked: "I haven't seen her." Past experience suggested it was best to leave things at that, but he could not help asking: "Is she away?"

Though he spoke without much inflection to indicate as much, Catamaran was disappointed to have missed her. Even if he suspected an introduction between the assassin and the healer's daughter would not go very well. And, speaking of Seastorm — and for her — Catamaran's voice went just a little tight:

"Her leg is broken," he informed the healer. "It's getting worse."

Catamaran seemed to have the situation handled, so Seastorm maintained her silence. She only studied the man who arrived and introduced himself as Alaric Willow. Immediately she decided that she disliked him; why should they know about his daughter? Why should they care?

The fact that the bounty hunter did seem to care only fueled her irritation. Seastorm let her gaze drop to hide it, adopting a passive expression she'd learned well at the Glass Cove. Maybe Alaric would think of her as shy or simple. That was for the best.

Alaric was an observant man. And he knew something was amiss. What it was he didn't know, but something. He stared the man down.

She left to join a pack below us. A pack that you apparently come from. But since you haven't met her. You must have missed her.

Alaric turned towards the woman.Did the skin break when the bone broke? What has been done so far? I realize this question is tedious but in order for to make sure I'm doing the best I can I need these answers. To make sure no infection set in.

posting order for reference. :)

catamaran
seastorm
alaric
sialuk

Having finished her latest meal, Sialuk had been napping when the call woke her. She was bleary-eyed at first, blinking in the late afternoon sun while she tried to get her wits about her. In a dream, Argent and Elentari had been home, and the three of them were enjoying a quiet evening together. Maggak and Acrux giggled and laughed with their young, jubilant voices. She pushed the remnants of the dream world away, rooting herself in the reality that was. The Ostrega rubbed the remainder of sleep from her eyes and pushed herself from the ground.

It didn't take long to arrive at her destination, where two strangers and Alaric stood. All looked relatively tense, and the small, younger wolf had a leg that Sialuk immediately recognized could not hold any weight. She clenched her jaw, knowing they already had two patients in the healing ulaq. As she grew closer, there was the faint smell of her sister—Callyope—on them. That, at least, set the sage at ease.

You know the moonwoman's daughter, Callyope, Sialuk stated as fact, rather than question. She knew Alaric would fill her in on anything that she may have missed.

:D :D :D ty for joining! Also, Catamaran was asked to bring a deer pelt so let's pretend he set it down unobtrusively before Alaric arrived? Whoops, there it is! Maybe the grass is a tiny bit tall sorry thank you

The news was especially grave to Catamaran after the pack meeting he'd sat through. It did not sit well with him knowing he'd very well sent her to such a place. There was no apparent danger just yet, but the bounty hunter had long lost trust in such flash-in-the-pan movements.

Alaric's attention turning to Seastorm, and Catamaran's remained half there as well even as he turned his head to look back the way they'd come, brows furrowing a fraction further in concern or consternation or both.

His distraction did not last long. He wanted to hear the answers to Alaric's questions as well, even if he could guess at the answers. Part of him worried that his prize would not behave herself in mixed company. Or, rather, that she would behave herself as well for Alaric as she did for him. It would not do for her to assault a pack leader on his own borders, but Catamaran has brought her to this place and stood her in front of him without much room for recourse. She would, he supposed, either die here for her viciousness or die somewhere else for lack of this healer's help. There was no ending, however, where she was somehow better off for having skipped this visit.

A pale female arrived before they'd delved into conversation — not that they'd been in danger of any such thing. Not that Catamaran offered anything nearing conversation even now.

"We came from her woods," the bounty hunter replied, choosing not to invoke the pack's name, for the moment. It felt too much like claiming it, and in truth, Catamaran was eager to put distance between himself and the moon worshippers. He hoped that these moon wolves were just a little less devout.

He set a paw on the rolled deer hide he'd totally brought a long and had all this time.

"She sent this," he added, pushing it a fraction closer to the female. He knew she must be Sialuk, but Catamaran refrained from invoking that name, too. "And she gave us leave to seek a healer, here."

It was natural to defer to a female rather than a male, but Catamaran remembered to bow his head subtly in Alaric's direction as he went on —

"I can feed both of us — and the pack, too. I'll do whatever I can to help. If you can help her." He figured there was one name he could drop, even if he was not sure how much it would help: "Kinusi said that this is a place of great medicines."

Or something like that.

Seastorm was on her best behavior, thank you very much — though she couldn't deny that she was beginning to feel overwhelmed by the time the pale woman appeared. The assassin bristled faintly, allowing herself a single step back, but otherwise tried to appear unruffled.

Rather than answer in words, she held her leg out for inspection. The old puncture wounds left by wolven teeth would still be visible, healing but nonetheless unsightly. At a glance the wounds seemed innocent enough — but a more skilled eye would see the subtle signs of inflammation in her foreleg, the faint swelling and the streaks of scarlet glimpsed through her pale fur. The surface wounds were healing well... but a deeper infection stirred just beneath.

So this was the one his daughter l3ft the spear for. And here he was, without Kinusi. Alaric wanted to ask more questions. But this was not a time or a place. 

He did not fear his daughter gave her heart. She was too young, and he had taught her well. But that she was now alone among wolves she did not know. For the one she had was here.

But his attention grew focused and his thoughts grave. There was infection there beneath the surface.  He looked to Sialuk knowing she knew the same thing. Depending on how long this had gone unattended. She could lose her leg.

This leg is infected. How long have you had it this way? It is important. And when did the more sever pain start the heat to touch

He looked to Sialuk. I may have some yarrow. I also have sage, rosemary and lemon balm. Some aloe.