Heron Lake Plateau [m] your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

SORRY I AM L8! D:

Raven had been on her way to Sun Mote Copse, intending to finally visit Wildfire and meet her sister's newest batch of pups, when the call came to her across the vast, rolling landscape. It was faint, quavering on the wind and distorted by distance, but its message was clear: Camilla was in trouble. Instantly, Raven's mind went straight to her pregnancy and the she-wolf's looming due date, but the urgency in the call struck a chord of fear in the Redhawk's heart. It was unmistakably a cry for help. Had something gone wrong? Horror wrapped icy fingers around her heart and squeezed as she instantly turned and ran back the way she'd come, the lazy trot at which she'd been traveling immediately ramping up to an all-out run. Miles melted beneath her fleet feet but for Raven, they couldn't pass by fast enough.

It took time for her to reach the scene -- too much time -- and by the time she arrived, it was over. ...Mostly. Panting raggedly and shaking with fatigue, she ignored the protests of her own body in favor of making sure Camilla was okay. A quick survey of the immediate vicinity told her that things hadn't gone well. She was immediately reminded of her own heartbreaking childbirth as her eyes fell upon two lifeless forms near Phox's feet, and she swallowed the thick lump that rose in her dry throat. Two others struggled and mewled nearby, and, as gently as she could, the medic nudged them closer to their mother's belly, her eyes on Camilla all the while in case the new mother should react adversely. Camilla herself seemed exhausted and dazed, which was normal considering what her body and psyche had just been through, but what was not normal was the amount of blood that painted the epsilon and the earth around her. She quickly consulted with Poe and Phox, and between the two of them she began to understand what had happened. "She needs...medicine..." panted Raven, gesturing toward Camilla's bloodied underside. She knew of some plants she had stashed in her cache that might be helpful. "Stay with her, okay?" That was mainly directed at Poe, though she knew that went without saying. Nobody was going to leave this poor creature by herself in such a state.

Turning on her heels, Raven dashed off in the direction of the little old badger den of her youth, which now housed her vast collection of herbs and remedies. Her legs and lungs screamed as she demanded yet more of them, but she paid them no heed. It would take only a matter of minutes to reach her destination, but if Camilla was still bleeding profusely, she might only have a few minutes...