Blacktail Deer Plateau the storm is coming in

Blue noticed him fighting to stay alert, and it worried her. She wasn't sure if it was, because he was bleeding profusely, or exhaustion or even shock. If it was shock, it could be bad and he could die, before she even got him moved. She licked his face again, trying to force him to wake himself up. 

She grimaced at the salty and bitter taste of congealed blood. But it was a necessary thing, she continued. It was with trepidation, that she pulled on them. She did not wish to make him bleed again, but she needed to clean it. As it came away, fresh red blood spilled out, which was good. There was no pus, so there was no infection.

Blue chuckled at his sour tone, They are fine. I believe Eilidh was quite taken with you. She spoke of you. Come can you walk? Do you think? To my healers den? Or do I need to call Pura or Lasher to help me, lean you?