Whitebark Stream oh, bojack, no. there is no other side. this is it.

A hysterical scream from the border catches her attention. She wonders what horror the owner of the voice could be suffering. 
But she did know she had a duty to uphold. 
Sighing, she roused herself, picking through her herbs- Chamomile, Poppy, a few assorted others- gathering what she might need, before she turned, padding towards the direction of the sound. Artyom, stonefaced....she knew that look. It was the same look he wore after coming across the body of the slain hunter. Who had died? Who had she failed to save? Her ears pinned as she approached the hysterical shewolf he faced. A family member? A long forgotten mate? 
"Im...sorry for your loss...I... perhaps I could be of assistance? Even if you just...want to talk..." 
The words came out halted, hesitant. She had a need, a purpose here to be useful. Unsure she cast a glance at Artyom, hoping she was doing the right thing.