Moonspear we're gonna die young.

i couldn't resist.... Apparently she is collecting redhawks!
Edit: it's doubtful Roz will actually be much help ;) so if someone else still wants to join feel free

Rosalyn was a wolf who liked her sleep.  Naps weren't a necessity but they were a treasured commodity when she could grab them.  Having just dined on a smallish (but still rather piggy, har har) wild hog, she had decided to indulge in one and settled down in the shadow of an adjacent mountain.

She'd been in the middle of a rather lovely dream (involving a couple lovely individuals and, well...) when she was awakened with a start by a miserable howl.  Bristling with annoyance and adrenaline, a result of the startlingly abrupt interruption, she growled irritable.  Rude as hell.  She didn't care if some wolf was dying over there, that didn't mean they had to disturb everyone else in the process.

Still, a cat's curiosity resided within the umber girl and drew her towards the call like a moth to flame.  What she found when she arrived was a sorry sight.

"Y'know, if it hurts that bad, I can fix it real quick for you.  Merciful-like." There wasn't any hostility in her tone, just an off-hand offering.  She was no healer and therefore had no clue how optimistic the strange woman's outlook was, but she looked pretty gone to her.  Might be worth considering, though usually the offer wasn't taken so well.