Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

The assuring words that came from Lane steadied her frazzled nerves as she looked down at Rye, collapsed and bleeding from his wound. She may have been a self taught survivalist, where looking out for herself was easy enough. But with little in the way of medical skills, she was left feeling uncertain in real emergency situations like these. This was where the presence and the experience of wolves like Lane and Imaq were truly appreciated.

Trying to choke back a wave of emotion at feeling so grateful to have such wolves in her pack, that could one day look out for new lives that were yet to come, she steeled herself and focused on what was required of her. Despite the cobweb that Lane had applied and the skin of rabbit that Imaq brought, Rye was still bleeding more than she liked. With a soft grunt, Tzila took measures into her own paws. She stepped in close and without hesitating, placed her own chin gently but firmly over the bleeding wound. Heedless of the foreign blood that would stain her fur darker than it already was. It was a crude method, but it was the best she could come up with, for now.