Lost Creek Hollow He doesn't know when to give up

There was no aggression in Shikoba's regard of her and so Harlyn was quick to set about the task at hand. There would be time soon enough to ask what had happened, and the alpha had many, many questions regarding that. She set those questions aside though as she stepped to her gamma's side, sniffing and gently nosing at the various bruises and gashes upon her frame.

"Lie still," Harlyn murmured before she began to stroke her tongue on the worst of the cuts upon Shikoba's face. There would be no point applying medicine to a wound so covered in blood and dirt that the herbs could not even reach the ailing flesh beneath. It would be painful for the woman, and tedious for the healer. But if it saved Shikoba's life, Harlyn would have contentedly put them both through far worse.