Stone Circle we clean up and now it's time to learn

Halfway to the howl she'd chanced upon the trail of blood, and, stomach sinking, she'd turned back to her den and carefully selected the same things she had when Steph had been gored. She limped back hurriedly the way she'd come, forepaw dragging along as she went, a mess of wounds and a wide variety of herbs she'd tried in desperation. 

Tracing the call to its source and aided by the trail of mangled snow she'd chanced upon, she recognized after a moment the scent of the dog. Slipping into the space she'd come to learn Murdock shared with the dog-girl, she blinked once at him before moving to assess the dog, humming softly and pushing a few raspberry leaves towards the girl as she began to carefully assess the wounds, gaze flickering to Murdock, question in the cant of her head.