Bitterroot Valley one night only

She did not keep away from tending to his wounds and only broke away to respond to him. “Seff, you’re not okay,” she corrected him gently, looking from his face and to his blood covered chest. There was nothing “okay” about this and Freyja feared that it would get worse, especially given the fact that she knew very little about medicine. Her heart raced and she grew more concerned for his well being.

“Don’t worry about me right now, I need you to focus on me and tell me if you can get up and walk. I need to get you to a wolf who knows more about medicine.” Her voice was a mix of frustration and concern, the concern acting dominant in that moment. Getting back to work, despite the pain she felt, she lapped at the gash in attempt to cease the bloodflow, not really knowing what else she could do.