Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

For a moment, Imaq's face is alight with attentiveness -- lips lightly parted as she nods with Lane's words, reaching for the rabbit hide to paw it open and search through its contents. Only to pause, pale paw stilled midair as the angry outburst flew from Rye's lips. Despite the fact that she was Gamma of the Glacier, the she-dog flinched back at the earthen guardian's refusal -- lowering her underbelly to the ground where she crouched at the edge of the pit and placing her head on her paws with a hushed noise of agitation as the three broke into argument.

Her head lifted only when Tzila spoke up, nodding along in agreement. It was true that the two expecting she-wolves could have been more careful but that seemed beside the point now. They were already in the shallow ravine and Imaq was neither pregnant, nor had she ventured down into the crowded hollow -- which meant he had no reason to refuse Imaq's care specifically. 

Figuring that Lane would still need medicine for the he-wolf's injuries, the gilded merle turned her attention back to the bundle she'd brought with her. Avoiding Rye's irritation, or trying to anyways, she began to search through the recently dried herbs for something that might work -- given that she seemed to be lacking in marigold and horsetail, something she cursed silently. 

She set aside a bunch of colorful yellow goldenrod and a similar pawful of fluffy tansy flowers, nudging the two herbs into neat piles beside a wad of sticky cobweb bandages as she waited for Rye to accept Tzila and Lane's assistance in climbing out of the ditch -- mouthing a silent prayer to the spirits that he would just let them help.