Stone Circle Trashin' the camp

The howl rent the air with an urgency that had the girl's stomach twist, and she loped from the wood to the stone circle, arriving after a moment to find chaos. Fear, bison, and blood permeated the whole circle, and the nymph slipped inside the stones, heart already plummeting. 

Her sister was a mess of blood and fur, slashes along her side oozing red into the snow. Glancing once to her mother, she made brief eye contact before turning on her heel and running back the way she'd come, fear rising. She was the pack's only medic, yes, but not a very good one. She hadn't had time to learn much from Krypton before her disappearance, nor did she know the purpose of roughly half her supply. 

She grabbed goosegrass and raspberry leaves, the ones she'd discovered via experimentation, marigold and cobwebs. After carefully grabbing the herbs in her jaws and affixing the  cobwebs to her shoulder, she made her way quickly back to the stone circle, settling down beside Steph and taking a ragged breath. Methodically, she lay the herbs beside her and began to clean the girl's pelt, attempting for all the world to look like she knew exactly what she was doing and was not, in fact, as terrified as the rest of them.