Redhawk Caldera Damage (Pt. 2)

Finley had told her about the new recruit, mentioning that she might need a consultation with the pack's resident healthcare provider. Raven didn't have a lot of free time lately, though at the first opportunity to steal away from the den—"Be back in thirty, I promise!"—the Gamma headed out to stretch her legs, drop by the badger den to check on her supplies and then, of course, seek out the new member in need of healing.

It didn't take long to find her; the young medicine woman just followed the telltale scent of infected wounds. "Hi there," she greeted softly as she strode up to the prostrate stranger. Raven tried not to loom over her even as she made a quick visual assessment. "I'm Raven. My Aunt Flea said you could probably use a medic." The implication was clear, her lips twitching into a cordial smile as she awaited a response.