Qeya River Last light

Rebekka's call had little explanation, but there was urgency and fear written into it. Positive it was her skills in healing that were needed, Portia let out a loud and anxiety noise as she shuffled quickly through her stash for the most important emergency herbs she could think of before she tore off in a full sprint towards the borders. Her jaws were packed full with leaves and bitter remedies and cobwebs, horror written across her face as she prepared herself for the worse. The closer she got the more clear it was who needed such urgent attention.

Wildfire.

She silent prayed to her Lord that it was not true, but when she reached the border she saw the red woman lying down, Rebekka in front of her. She let out an exasperated noise, then calling for @Thuringwethil, who she noticed had not been explicitly notified. 

"You didn't alert her wife?? The commander? Are you fucking kidding me?" she exclaimed with frustration, the expletive being out of character, but fitting to the situation. The Skayona shook with terror, not handling high-stress situations very often, but worked regardless. Most of the bleeding had stopped, but Wildfire did not look well at all-- she was sopping wet and was freezing to the touch. She was a small wolf, but did her best to sit over her, trying to keep her as warm as possible. "Are none of you trained in the most common healing remedies? Or common sense?!" she yelled, snarling in Rebekka's direction as she began to press cobwebs to open wounds, "She's going to die of hypothermia, and you couldn't even try to keep her warm!" She pressed herself closer to the bandrona, beginning to lick the fur on her neck backwards, trying to keep blood circulating and the trapper warm. "Ridiculous, standing over her like a lost puppy," she muttered bitterly between licks.