Firefly Glen Her eyes like windows trickle in rain

It was pure luck he was even around.

Holland returned to the Glen just then, hearing a call for a medicine wolf. He shuffled into the dark, relishing it there briefly before making his way toward the source. He had no herbs or plants on his being, just coming back 'home' after a few days away. Luckily, his den was close by. He made it near the border in case they needed him there.

Finding the young man with his injury, Holland approached. "You called" he breathed, though not a question. It was very clear why the other wolf had called. Blood, a throbbing paw he could feel the heat from here... "I'm" he pauses, squinting "one of the healers." he recalled Toad proclaiming there were more around despite seeing nobody out gathering and tending.

"Keep licking it" he instructed, seeing the wound starting to cake slowly. Glancing around, Holland spotted a patch of moss growing from one tree. He would move toward it. "I'll patch you up."