Wheeling Gull Isle healing

Oi! Startled her from her determination, turning her head she could have hit herself for missing such an obvious lack of skill. Turning away from the water, despite wanting a bath, she faced the prone woman. “Your island?” Padma snorted, she hadn’t found a pack scent when arriving, nor could she see any other wolves around.

Tilting her head to the side, amber gaze narrowed on the wound along her shoulder. Taking a few steps closer, but remaining at a safe distance, Padma took sniffed out her scent, memorizing it.