Stavanger Bay More Dread (I.C. Joining)

Thistle saw her husband coming, and though it was vastly inappropriate given the speck of things she watched his form pleased as always. She was able to watch him through half lidded eyes, before his eyes caught her form. One of the things about living near the ocean, she blended in well, Tveir would have that too. She tilted her head and waited patiently for her husband.

She went ot speak to her husband, but then the creature before them spoke first. Well no he isn't. She realized the delicate way she was going to have to speak and she motioned her husband to follow her a bit a ways from the body on the shore, out of hearing distance, but she could still watch him.

As they stood a distance away she spoke softly I was going to heal him, but decided to wait for your opinion on the matter. I was looking him over, he will take much of my stores and I will have to make another run to get more, and that is if I can even find them. Unless I give him rudimentary care, which will heal him, but only just. We have Julooke's children coming, your own children perhaps in the future, plus we have colds and sicknesses to contend with when winter breaks upon us. So what would you like me to do? I would rather not leave him here to die, but I know our pack comes first. I don't have much time he is knocking at death's door as we take the time to speak. She grew quiet then and waited silently, wanting so badly to heal him, but knowing that it would seriously cut into her stores and then if something should happen with Julooke or Nerian or one of the babes she maybe unable to fix them completely. She could do a piss poor job of healing him, so that he healed, but scarred and he would be in a lot of pain without pain lessening herbs.