Redsand Canyon Under Your Scars

The dove had not been spending much time in the communal den area as of late, instead she had been sleeping in her newly cleaned and refurbished healing site but this did not stop her from hearing what the white wolf did. The healer donned the skull of a bull that she had acquired during the flooding, like quite a few of her new trinkets. In her jaws she held only a few things that would help her get the injured woman to the place she would be spending most of her time as a patient. 

Two toned eyes peered out from the empty sockets of the skull she wore, tilting side to side as she looked over the woman that was shaded in blue and silver. "Care to have a healer look at you darling" Her voice came out as sweet as honey and as warm as the biscuit that honey was slathered on, the injured woman had no choice but it waa ice to seem like ther was one. Right?