Silvertip Mountain This fox is ours.

She heard a call from Steady, assuming it had something to do with the fox. Maybe he was declaring the winning team, which sadly would not be theirs. It was no matter though -- at least the fox had been taken care of and out of their hair.

She arrived at the scene, her eyes widening at what she saw. Oh, the fox had definitely been taken care of, evident by the limp corpse surrounded by what she hoped was it's blood and not someone elses. That's when she saw Adeline, bleeding as well. Steady's call wasn't to declare a winner; it was rather a call for help. Anita looked around for anything she could use to help stop the bleeding, praying for a bundle of cobwebs or something to randomly appear. Much to her demise, she could only find a few scraps -- not enough to be of much use.

"If there's any water nearby, I guess cleaning the cut wouldn't hurt," Anita said under her breath, hoping that her guessing mixed with common sense would provide some help. "Besides that, I'm not really sure what else to do," she added, wishing she had more knowledge on healing and the like. However, her trades never required such things, so this was just about all she could do.

"I guess we'll have to wait for Ezekiel and Chaska to get here, they may know what to do," Anita thought aloud, hoping either of the two had more extensive knowledge of the task than she.