Blacktail Deer Plateau there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony

The smell of blood had pulled Loki from his group, as his curiosity, as usual, got the best of him. He couldn't not see where the smell was coming from, especially if it was fresh meat. Tail waving in excitement, he tracked it, and it didn't take him long to find the source. The expression that appeared on his face was no doubt shock as he took in the two wolves before him. He had not thought this was what he would find. 

They were... mauled. Are you two... okay? he asked hesitantly, his eyes going between the two. He was frozen in place, his tail now still by his hocks. He had no idea what to do. Lick their wounds? Find a healer? He wasn't sure if anyone from his group knew medicine, but it wouldn't hurt to ask. For now, he simply stood there.