Moonspear Medic!

Perhaps the most frustrating part of Floki's injury was his lack of mobility. In the days since the catastrophe on Nocturne Summit, he had taken it easy, resting in a hollow in the foothills of Moonspear. His hours were occupied with sleep as his body worked to heal itself; the bruises and contusions were slowly fading, leaving him only achy in places. But his leg was the problem. He didn't leave the burrow at the base of the mountain for some time, and it was only once he began to go properly stir crazy that he ventured out.

He hobbled, a grimace fixed on his face as he kept the foreleg pinned to his chest. His balance was off and he found that he couldn't go very far at all around the mountainside; the terrain was just too rocky for him to navigate without four fully functioning limbs. He gave a growl of frustration and sat down just a few feet from his hospital bed, looking up at the blossoming slopes; the slowly growing greenery would have brought him joy, had he not been too busy feeling sorry for himself.

The figure of a wolf caught his attention, and he quickly identified Judas. Floki let out a bark, alerting his packmate to his location in hopes that he had some medical knowledge to share.