Phoenix Maplewood death becomes us all

She had been eagerly hunting for herbs among the new spring growth when the screams had rung out. 
dropping everything she ran as fast as her paws would carry her, wincing at her twisted shoulder, Hurrying towards the cry for help. The smell of blood was overwhelming, a stink she had never smelled before but had every fiber of her being on alert. 
"Please goddess let me not be too late." She whispered as she rounded the corner. 
The wolf's broken body, the stench of blood and organ and fear, Artyom standing helpless- 
"No. Nononono I can't fail." She gasped, frantically pawing at the lifeless form, looking up at her alpha with desperate eyes. "I'm supposed to be a healer....I'm supposed to...to fix..." 
It dawns on her she's too late, and she stares down at the packmate she didn't even know, and realizes there's probably a great many packmates she doesn't know. "I..." Words fail her. "Help me bury him?"