Bitterroot Valley one night only

Portia moved away from Wildfire as soon as she growled, but she hadn't planned to stay regardless-- no need to cause more damage. Self was fine, she pressed everything to his wounds and it soaked up quickly, but not all the way through. a few questions trailed through, none that were too important to answer right now. she let out a heavy breath, trying to shove down her thoughts and focus on the wounds. her gaze trailed back to Wildfire, studying her from afar. she had put the cobwebs on, which hopefully would stop the bleeding. "are you okay?" she asked Freyja, and Portia turned to study the girl and see her answer.

"Seff is fine, just stay still. Freyja show me your injuries," she then commanded, staring with a narrowed gaze. yes