Shadow Mountain Just a conspiracy of cartographers, then?

The wounded man reacted unexpectedly and violently with a roar and a snap of his jaws. Keyni wheeled back, trying to pace herself out of harms way, but found her hock bumping against the leg of the orange male. Jade eyes wide and her chest heaving with the increased rhythms of her breaths, her composed expression hardly wavered. She knew that if this man had truly wanted to harm her, then his jaws would have snapped on flesh rather than empty air. 

She did not blame him for reacting as he did. The wounds that littered his body, both inside and out, were substantial. Each individual handled pain differently. Some masked it, some fought through it. Others outwardly expressed the true and fullest extent of such pain. 

With a sigh, she gave Mango a glance. "Well...aside from the obvious wounds, I would definitely say he has a cracked rib or two." Her eyes left the orange wolf and the white Knight, to survey the immediate area around them for potential medicinal resources. "I am afraid I only have minimal training in the medical field. We will need some cobwebs and Yarrow...I think, if we can find them." She wracked her brain, trying to dig up what information she had learned during her time studying in Asterism Grove. She didn't say it yet, but she knew most important of all, Rosencrantz would need rest.