Bearclaw Valley all the voyage of their lives are bound in shallows and in miseries

My apologies for the late-ish post.

Since her heat had started and they'd gotten the first time done and over with, he had done his best to stay as close to her as he could though the rest of the ordeal. When the howl had echoed through the valley, he'd been about to get up and tell her to wait there, that he would go check it out for her and see what was up, but she was gone before he even had a chance to open his mouth. Of course, he followed to see what was up, but once he did he was left at a loss for words. He'd seen battle wounds before, he'd seen killing before, but the secluded valley had brought a false veil of protection and safety over them. It had made him all but forget about the dangers outside the valley's walls, but only because it seemed nothing had ever come in to remind him of them. Save for the lone intruder, they'd had it good since the pack claimed the land, but the wounds that marked the Roman's body served as a reminder. To their numbers, to the dangers, and to the possibility of an imposing threat. Who would have arose such signals? Kove's mind drew a blank, and his pack mate's scent was unhelpful, as the blood of his wounds seemed to overpower any others.

For a second, he watched as Scarlett approached the silver male, then glanced to the other female as she arrived at the scene. It took him a moment to recall what had been used when the wounds of the Blackfeather wolves had to be looked to, but the first word to Raziel's instructions reminded him before he could do so himself. He wandered away from the injured man and the two woman, and did not return until after he held damp moss gently between his jaws. He placed some on the ground, leaving the albino and Rhythm to figure who would assist and who would not, then drew closer to the male in order to get to work on cleaning his wounds out with the moss. Having done the task before, he did not hesitate to start working. He was unsure of how long it would take to find the other plants needed, but the last bit of the warrior's words made him think he might not have to. It would be best to get something on them to at least stop the bleeding, but if he could get to the dark priestess quick enough, and she agreed to help, maybe he would have a higher chance of survival. Still, he looked to Rhythm and motioned for her to try and find something, anything, that could help. Even if it was just the cobwebs, at least the bleeding would be stopped while he tried to find a healer. In a time such as the current was, Kove wished they had a healer of their own, but she had vanished or left, just as many of the others.

The Inuit placed the moss down on one of the wounds, figuring it could help even if he wasn't moving it around. His eyes found Scarlett's before his mouth opened. “Meldresi,” he stated simply. “She isn't as close as one could hope for, but if she would be willing to help, then I say the journey would be worth it.” Of course she would help though, right? The pack's were allies, sisters to one another, and though Raziel was not a member of the Brotherhood, surely she would still assist them in healing him. He hoped so, anyways.