Bearclaw Valley Send the pain below

Luckily for the witch, Evien was nearby when she called. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air - it had been a while since one of his packmates had been truly injured like this. The boy approached the white wolf quickly, green eyes round as he took her in. 

"What happened?" he inquired, leaning in to survey the injury to her scruff first. It was deep - nothing he couldn't handle, but it would get nasty if they didn't care for it. It was imperative that they get her to his den quickly, if she could manage that. Perhaps he needed help, if she couldn't, because there was no way the healer could carry her there.