something like a meteor [joining]

The response was prompt, but it only served to ease her concern by the slightest. She acknowledged Zombie with a subtle nod and Dawa with a soft ‘woof’, trying to best to maintain a semblance of calm- an anchor of strength for the soul that apparently had none. But she was faltering. The smell of lupine blood was toxic and stranger still to her nostrils, as in her mind it was symbolic of the loss of precious life, or the process there of. “The stranger,” she uttered softly, once more with an uncharacteristic hint of dread. She turned her muzzle toward the offered other with tongue unfurled and lapped it gently. There was a small amount of blood, but at the very least she could clean that. “Female, white, not large, but terribly injured,” she informed her lead in earnest as she looked over the female’s visible side. “She fell from the mountain,” of this she could deduce simply by the resting place of the fall and the degree of earth and rock that clung to the moistness of her pelt. Swallowing thickly, she continued, more asking than telling. “If there is anything I can do…?” She did not know where to begin. She was no healer, but if need be, she could be a tool for one more able.