Lake Rodney hanging off my earlobe is a rock

His frown deepened as she glared holes into his pelt. Blaming it on her injuries instead of the attitude he knew he had due to a shitty mood Valour simply returned it. Seeming frustrated the Vixen stated she knew nothing about healing leaving him with the uncomfortable and unintended realisation that he now faced a morally challenging decision. There was a level of sympathy that had nagged away at his conscious the entire time caused by his hatred for Coyotes. Seeing as she wasn't dead he figured that she'd fought them off with all she had and he sighed softly, deciding it would be a waste to let such a fierce creature suffer and potentially die before her time. "Yeah a bit" he muttered as he stood up turning to head back to the pack "They'll come back for you. You can stick with me" there was a bit of a walk until they reached the pack, enough time for him to talk to her and see if he really wanted to use herbs helping her out.