Blackfeather Woods There is a first for everything.

Potema hadn't noticed the skid marks in the ground until she pulled her head away from Kendra's form, seeing the upturned dirt nearby. She made no more mention of the loner, her attention focused completely on Kendra's wounds. You're weaker now with the lack of food; any wound is dangerous. She was no therapist like...him. She took care of a wolf's mortal body and immortal soul, but never their minds. She had no cure for whatever was going on in Kendra's head, no ritual or blessing she could bestow. The mind was far past any witch's reach.

I'll come back and put this loner in the cache. Come with me to the Keep and I'll treat you. Whether any wolf would touch it was beyond her, but desperate times came desperate measures, even if the herds were starting to come back. She had some food there as well as herbs; a good meal was best to help heal a person's body. Whether it would help Kendra keep her mind off of whatever was going on...well...