Bitterroot Valley one night only

oh no. Wildfire was a bit smaller than most of the other wolves in the pack-- and Portia had forgotten about that until it was too late. for once in her life she was evenly matched, maybe even unfairly matched, because as soon as Wildfire hit the ground, her wound opened. the Skayona stared for a moment, unsure what had come over her-- she knew that Wildfire was still injured, she knew that. "I.." she muttered quickly, not positive what to do. it was stupid anyway, because the kid still fell over. she backpedaled quickly, grabbing her ball and running straight to Wildfire. she should be focused on the boy bleeding from his damn neck, but she felt so terrible for harming Wildfire in the process she needed to do this first. she tore off a long strip of cobweb from her ball and gave it to her, her ears flat and her head low. "just, press those on there," she told her, and moved away quickly, back towards Freyja and the boy. 

she took moss from the ball and pressed it to his neck. he'd stumbled backwards, but still seemed okay aside from that. she pressed the marigold and cobwebs to his neck, working hard to stop the bleeding.