Whitebark Stream its been too long

She hadn't done much, but Saena's leg was already looking much better. The mosses had soaked away the ooze. The oak leaves she layered on top would stick with what little remained and serve as as natural of a glue as they could manage. She worked mostly in silence, ignoring the conversation between the two as she was not a part of it. Then again, the healer was an old soul and therefore highly opinionated. Wolves often heard her thoughts whether they wanted to or not.

Content on her task, however, she had no desire to speak. Saena would find out her information one way or another and they would be about their business from there. Citali had not called for him. Saena had. If her alpha wished to speak to this male, she could. Citali would not deny her that. Not when she was asking about the bear that had put them in all of this trouble to begin with.

Saena choked, unable to speak of her missing limb. Citali gave her a quick lick just behind her cheek. At least she was alive. If she'd lost her leg (something that was still a possibility if she did not care for it properly) she'd be in far worse a shape. Of course, it didn't help that this stranger had seen a bear. Her chest immediately tightened as she turned her gaze towards this wolf. Where? How long ago? What direction was it traveling? For once, she held her silence and let Saena do the talking. She had no idea who these Frostfurs or Gladius' were. Furthermore, if Saena wished to introduce them, she would. As of yet, she hadn't so their names were of no consequence to her. Strange for one to be so demanding of names without offering his own.