Neverwinter Forest whip cracks, we jump

Mango had been wandering aimlessly through the forest when the howl split the air, alerting him that something was wrong. He was on his way when the second howl of Mal came. He picked up his pace quickly, arriving on the scene in only a matter of minutes. 

Here he sees Mal, and a couple of strangers- though he was sure they were his packmates. A burly man, torn apart- carrying a little silver wolf atop his shoulders. Sleeping- no, knocked out entirely. Honey eyes widen at the sight and he rushes over. 

These were the times he wishes he were a proper medic. These people were looking to him- and all he could do was scrounge for the knowledge of which plant did what. Without his mentor here, he'd forgotten most of it. I- I'll go get some herbs, Mal. He tells the handsome leader before scampering just a few yards away, just past some trees. His eyes scanned the ground for anything that looked useful, while his ears were tilted backward to stay aware of whatever would happen over there.