Blacktail Deer Plateau the storm is coming in

Though Blue's den was situated nearer to the middle of the territory. They had made good time getting there, even as injured as Mordecai was. It could have been she had silently been hurrying, fearful that he would fall over in exhaustion before they got there. He had gotten this far, she was willing to bet on pure will, and determination. He was a hardy male, and he was doing well thus far. She watched as he laid down and she studied him, wondering if he was much worse than he said. She tilted her head, to listen to his next words.

Blue knew exactly what they were doing, and she was irritated. Especially, if he hadn't been across the border, just near it. That was not the way you wanted to run a pack, was to kill all those who were even near it. She had half a mind to walk over to see them, and tell them what they could do with theirselves. A thought that surprised her, for Blue was not a violent, or confrontational wolf. however, she had found that a mother's love made you do some interesting things. And the thought of someone doing something like this to her babies, just because they ventured to near, it made her sick.

Blue listened to his words dipping her muzzle down, she slid into her healing den. Looking to the walls and the niches there she dug around. Grasping Black Osha for the aches and pains. And she grabbed some Goldenrod for the open wounds. Stepping back out from the den she laid the plants down, grasping the goldenrod, it would need to be paste. This is Black Osha, it will make the aches and pain go away. This is goldenrod it will needed crushed and pressed into the wounds. It will stop the bleeding, and keep away infection.