Northstar Vale gone squatchin'

They made their way through the bottom of the court, ascended up the familiar mountain. Cupid made sure he was slow enough as to not wear out the woman, but fast enough so she wouldn't bleed to death.

Eventually they arrived at the den. The outcrop seems so small in the sea of snow. Here it is. He approaches the entrance with the woman by his side. He was a bit discomforted by the fact that someone was so close to his own little corner of the court. It was like a secret was being revealed to the world. But there was no time to worry about that now; it was time to get down to business.

Wait here. He layed her down by the mouth of the den and hurried into the darkness. Propped on a wall was a stick that had been bundled in cobwebs. There was an abundance of it. It was the only thing around here after all. Cupid ripped clumps of it from the stick and returned to his packmate. He leaned forward and firmly pressed the webs into her wound.