Redhawk Caldera Dead in the Water

"What happened?" Elwood asked as he approached, looking to the bandage wrapped around Dean's foot. He could smell the metallic odor of blood in the air even though the other wolf had cleaned himself up. The Beta halted a few paces from his packmate, ears pricked with interest. He had been out looking for a hunting partner, but it didn't seem as though Dean would be up for it.

Their pack had lost many healers since its inception, to death as well as wanderlust, but they were lucky to have an unofficial medic in Peregrine's daughter. "You know, you can have Raven take a look at that if you want. Did you wrap it yourself?" he asked; perhaps Dean had some skills that he hadn't previously shared. Elwood himself certainly wouldn't have known how to poultice a wound and stop the bleeding.