Sunbeam Lair Arts and crafts, but with a body

The stench of blood was enough to make Menta's approach one of apprehension and caution. She knew it came from a fellow pack member, but the danger that had given it to him - she knew it was a him, had smelled this particular male throughout the packlands many times before - could undoubtedly still be present. Golden eyes searched out for this unknown threat as the Italian got close enough to see the dark male licking frantically at his shoulder.

How can I help? she asked, a mixture of both sympathy and pack obligation painting her immediately response as she came to an abrupt stop.  Menta was no healer - perhaps she knew a couple of minor tricks, but nothing in depth - but she saw the pain in his actions and the dejected way he held his body. Who did this to you? came the next question, a little more stiffly a she tried to further assess the situation.