Bitterroot Valley one night only

As she tended her wound, Wildfire noticed that her forelegs were shaking from the adrenaline rush. Gingerly, she lowered herself to the ground, curling slightly to give herself access to her thigh. When Portia approached, her lips wrinkled back from her teeth and she growled a warning. She had come back to her senses in the past two minutes, yet she was still awash in defensive hormones. It didn't help that she was in a lot of pain, her broken skin stinging something awful and her jaw aching from the impact with the ground.

When Freyja called out to her, the Bandrona only shook her head and went back to licking the blood away. It not only soothed the angry flesh, it also helped calm her more. Eventually, she reached out and plucked the strip of cobweb off the ground and began to press it against her wound. It quickly became soaked in blood and fell to a red clump beside her. But the flow seemed to have slowed significantly, so there was that.

Leaning onto her elbow with a sigh, Wildfire glanced over to the party of three, watching as the medic tended to Seff. Belatedly, she registered Freyja's earlier cries. "This is Seff! He saved my life from a coyote!" She snorted quietly through her nose, then Wildfire took a deep, steadying and cleansing breath, trapping the air in her lungs before releasing it.

At long last, she found her voice and asked, "Are you okay?" She couldn't tell from here whether or not Freyja had also been injured by the aforementioned coyote. Her tone dripped with concern. The entire reason for this confusing mess was because she'd felt instinctively defensive over Freyja. Even with her own injury to consider, the Fleima's well-being was her highest priority.