The Floodlands I'm with the band.

Fading! A bit of PP with Jennifer's permission.

Nobody is dying, thought Raven in response to Towhee's whispered plea. Not on my watch. Promise. Towhee rested her head and closed her eyes, and when Raven was certain her sister wasn't losing consciousness or falling asleep, she turned her attention back to the clearly suffering Roz. "You're going to need more than a minute, dear," said the healer gently, her mind already scrambling to come up with a plan.

Looking at Quixote, she answered him, "Let's keep them here for a while until I know they're both stable -- Roz, mainly." Moving her too soon could cause the woman to slip even deeper into shock and potentially cost her her life. Raven had never broken a promise to Towhee before, and she certainly didn't plan to start now. "The medicine will slow the bleeding. Once it's safe to do so, we can call for some help getting them home."

And so they waited, Raven monitoring their condition, checking their wounds, and tending to them as needed while Quixote stood guard and helped wherever he could, until much later that evening. At the alpha male's call, a few packmates came to their aid, managing to awkwardly carry Roz under Raven's watchful eye while another helped Towhee walk. It took them a while to get back home, all of them moving very slowly and carefully, but eventually they arrived back at the plateau where both Towhee and Roz could rest and receive more thorough care.