Redsand Canyon Know that life has a hopeful undertone

I have been given permission by Wolfen to skip their turn this round. Nudging this. I believe the new order would be @Malice → @Lunae → Asterr

Asterr's focus had remained upon the injured female, her nose hovering over her gently as she searched for the scent of the attacker. What she found troubled her greatly, for the fragrance wrote the culprit out to be a bear, of all possible things. She had yet to encounter one of the large beasts, and hoped she never would, but the tales she'd heard made it hard to believe that one of them had caused such damage—rather, it was hard to believe the creature hadn't finished the job. "Do not worry," the yearling murmured, stepping away if only for a second. "The bear has gone, it will come for you again." Such were words she could not promise with an honest heart, for she could no better predict another's actions than a fish could fly. It was made especially difficult given what the beast was, for she'd always heard them to be rather primitive and merciless souls. It was by a true stroke of luck that Lunae had not been killed.

The sound of footfalls had her head turning before the newcomer could get out her first word, curiosity laced with worry lingering within the chieftess' gaze. "A bear," came her reply, tone calm and response direct. Immediately after, she'd returned her attention to the bleeding girl, wondering what the likelihood of locating plantain within the canyon was. "I did not witness the attack, but the scent..." Asterr used her muzzle to point towards the injured one's body. "There is no way to deny what the attacker was." The dragoness paused, brow furrowing for a moment or two before she'd looked to Malice. "Have you any reserves of moss around here? Herbs of any kind?"