Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

Something strange came his way.
Something dying, if the caws were something to go by.
Perhaps a deer with sickness; a good meal would be very welcome.
But this wasn't a meal.

A wolf clad in a dark, earthy-red coat and very not ok was slumped, seemingly trying to gather strength in himself to rise again. His ears tilted, thinking. His nose twitching. A Redhawk? No, maybe. No.
He'd had a run-in with them and came out looking like him. So all that was bullshit? About hardly believing that they were peaceful and that they wouldn't possibly attack just anyone.
Rowan had every right mind to mich over and rid them from the land. But that wasn't what he stood for.

"Hey? Do you need help?"
He inched closer, working his body into looking as non-threatening, and concerned as he possibly could.
Infection did funny things to wolves.
He'd need his herbs - the ones he used for Taikon. They seemed to do the trick so they would do again surely.