Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

Gaah! -jumps in- Kero's been working on this on the side... Shh. He was totally gonna offer to patch her up.

The plains wolf had been dealt with. She was gone, but in her wake she'd left her mark. The earth was torn from their scuffle and with it, the beaded drops of blood trailing in either direction. One for the loser. The other for the victor. Kero sighed. He didn't know enough about Tonravik to understand her capacity for trouble, but when he'd asked her what she needed a Healer was among them. That meant she didn't have one. It'd led him to learning on the side.

He thought, he'd have a little more time before anything happened. He'd thought wrong. It'd been a foolish wish, but thankfully he knew enough to be of some assistance should the sullen queen suffer any trouble for it. That wound across her muzzle had appeared shallow. Her ear? Not so much.

He'd waited, allowing the grizzled alpha her space, before altering his path. She was easy enough to follow. The tiny droplets of blood created a clear path that was near impossible to ignore. And she was tracing the borders. He didn't understand why she'd let the rest of the world know she was injured, as slight and insignificant as it may be. 

His figure came across her own. He lingered, minding his distance before he lifted his voice through the heavy silence of thought. "You're leaving a wounded trail." He wasn't sure if she'd thought of that.