Firefly Glen Ma Zasush Dasse; Its just a flesh wound

praimfaya ventures further than she normally goes, figuring that sticking to broken antler fen and lake rodney was only going to get her so far. though, there is a soft note of surprise to find that despite her prior tendencies to venture out and about she is loathe to venture too far from what would become roangeda. nevertheless, the diplomat-in-training knows that it's necessary. word wouldn't get out if she didn't give voice to it and she couldn't hunker down in the fen and expect wolves to just stumble their way. she would see to her destiny, she would see to blodreina's dying wish.

the scent of blood draws her from her trailing thoughts and she snaps back to attention like a soldier's commanding officer that had just walked into the mess hall. her ears taper back as she thinks she hears something but the scent of blood — and wolf — is unmistakable and it is her compassion — that which did not come from her mother — that tugs her in the injured woman's direction. it did not take praimfaya long to draw upon the smoky-grey woman whom sat licking at her wound.

hei. praimfaya calls to her softly. are you alright? a stupid question, perhaps. the woman was bleeding after all ...but praimfaya wanted to ask anyway despite that she had no medicinal knowledge to offer her in a way of actual help.