Bramblepoint the laughter of the stars

The thick cover of trees provided the girl security she couldn't find out in the open pastures not far from here. She had come to rest and scavenge for anything to eat but the desperate cry that echoed through the forest took her attention away from the task at hand. It was urgent, pleading for someone's aid and Rose paused only for a moment to consider helping before turning in the direction from where the cry had come. She wasn't sure what to expect when she got there, but as the distance between herself and the duo closed, it became increasingly clear that she might not be able to do as much as she thought. 

Each step further in caused the stench to become thicker and Rose grew uneasy as she turned the final corner. She knew what this was. It was the same smell her brother had when she found him dead, only this time not as pungent. "I can help" came her soft voice, but it was an offer she wasn't entirely sure she could pull off. She took a few shaky steps closer to the pair and carefully leaned it to sniff at the bleeding girl. If she was sick or if her wounds were infected then there was little Rose could do to help, though thankfully neither could be smelt on her. Her eyes flickered to the male for a moment as she swallowed the thump in her throat. "How long has she been like this?" came her words in a rushed whisper, though what she really wanted to know was exactly how much blood the girl had lost. If they couldn't stop the bleeding then there was no point in trying to save her.