Sun Mote Copse One breath, it'll just break it

Wraen had had a very good day out in the hinterlands - Fortuna seemed to favour her today. She had hunted her fill, she had found interesting objects to bring home for kids to play and she had got an idea of the most stupid and cheesy love-story that she toyed around, when she trotted back home. And the last thing she, Louisa and Armano (yep) expected to find was the bloody corpse of the Sovereign. 

Louisa fainted, Armano, who was not only a Nicholas Sparks' kind of male hero, but also a skilled healer and miracle worker, hurried off to save his beloved one, leaving Wraen standing alone. In shock and having no idea of, what had happened or what should she do now. "Crap," she muttered and tentatively moved closer and closer, sniffing the bloody trail first then, going over Colt's still warm body. He was breathing. Thank God!

And now what - she had no idea, how to help him, and no one was around either. She could not leave for the fear that he might die in her absence. Shit. What a day. Eventually she pulled her stuff together, tipped her head back and called for any of the adults that were around at this time of day.