Neverwinter Forest whip cracks, we jump

Ghost? Some other nickname, he guessed. Whatever. That was Zephyr. Just like.. Some rando? Not a pack wolf? They still alive or...? Please not Moonspear. It didn't smell like Moonspear, but then again who freaking knows what wolves they might have dredged up. The smell of blood was making things pretty murky anyway, burying the more subtle scents that might have given more information. Whoever it was, if they weren't in a pack, Mal hoped they were dead. It'd be less complicated. Probably. And if they were from a pack, then maybe the whole pack'd die. That'd be nice.

Mango showed up then turned to go find the herbs. Mal should have asked if there was anything he could do in the meantime but.. Well, too late. Instead Mal kept to escort duty. As Kratos flopped down Mal approached again, trying to take a closer look at what had happened. Since he didn't have a clue for healing, he wasn't gonna actually touch. Zeph? We take care of Zephyr first when Mango gets back, yeah? Seemed to make sense -- take care of the one who was totally out of it. Kratos seemed pretty messed up even before now, so maybe he had a clue, You gonna be okay y'think? Or anything you know I should do? I don't know this healing stuff. Which was true. And he did want to help, but right now about all he could do was monitor and make sure Kratos didn't end up actually crashing. Somehow. 

Whenever Mango reappeared, if he wasn't instructed of how to help, he would ask Mango what the heck to do.