Bear Blood(Mature, Blood)

Got it. Set before pack, 1 month after meet.

Vector had been in a dream, the same dream that constantly ran through his subconscious mind, everytime he lowered his lids for sleep. The same vision. The same day. The same event.
His sister, the beloved Natalyia, being shredded by their own mother, eaten, for being sweet. Him being forced to watch his twin sister murdered, her crimson liquid warmth splashing across his face, his father forcing him to watch...the scream she released the moment her mothers jaws reached for her daughters soft 6 month old body.
The same scream that jolted him awake. Had it really happened? The scream? And why did it sound so familiar? So much like....

Shit.

Within split nanoseconds, Vector's brain flashed him to his fours, and out of the hidden rock formation that formed a natural den for him, soaring at almost unrealistic speeds to where his mind told him to, not having a clue where he was going, but galloping so fast, he could have been mistaken for a flame spreading throughout the forest. The russian forest fire.

The man ran almost into a barrier, his body stopping so suddenly, he was jolted out of his own comprehensive abilities for a second. Regaining his conscious, he realized his body had stopped him for a reason. Bear. The stench of the massive beast had permeated so thickly, he was wondering how he hadn't choked. But another scent swam here. From his tracking, it was a fainter scent, one who hadn't stayed long..Kesuk. The Zagadochnaya Devushka he had met a moon ago, who had tempted him to consider her a well met wolf.

Damn.

Her scent, the recon followed, all the while keeping up his ears for any sign of a murderous bear who stayed on the prowl. Then he smelled her. Her blood..the scarlet pools of it..the coppery tang hung heavy in the air. He knew it belonged to her. And from the amount that puddled the grass, it was caused by a severe wound.
And she could be dying.
All because of a large wound.
Etot proklyatyy medved' umret, za eto, the russian promised himself. He would track the beast down, and ensure the thing was choking in its own blood.
But first, he had to find the girl.

A few yards further from the carcass he passed, he followed the crimson stains, finding a heap of pathetic dark browned fur, that was splotched with bright streaks of red. Kesuk.

Without even thinking about a plan, he leapt to her side, and analyzed the wound on her shoulder. It kept bleeding. She was still alive. Her heart continued its task, but it was slowing. The labored breathing was apparent in her. She was dying. And fast.
Vector was grateful instantly for the med training he learned from a collie who was on the human farm he lived on those months ago. She had taught him well. It was quite a shame he left her the way he did. But the past was the past. His focus was one that was hardly ever broken. So he concentrated it on the bleedingass before him.

"You will not die on me, girl. "

The russian snagged her scruff, pulling her light frame across the soft mossy grass until he made it to a pond, which was luckily filled with necessary components to keep a wolf alive and medicated.
The man layed the barely breathing female on the flat soft ground, and began to lick her wound, taking out any debris that could have lodged itself in her open and vulnerable flesh. He preened the fur around it, giving it less chance of infecting the wound, as well. He immediately got up, and returned from the edge with a thick and mature cattail reed, biting off its head, and shoving it on the other side of her.

Vector left for a second, and walked up to a oak that lived near the pond. Rearing up, he slashed thick rivets into the bark, knocking an entire sheath off of the tree. With a savage bite, rhe russian ripped a chunk of it into his maw, chewing it swiftly, spitting it out onto a wide stick, repeating, until he had a mass of poultice. He dragged the stick over, not spilling any of the medicine, and went to work.
The male applied ths meds, ensuring all of it was used. Then, stripping a layer off of the flat bark, he placed it onto her shoulder, which had slowed its leak. Finally, he tied it off, the tourniquet securing not only her bleeding issue, but the ends of her flexible bandaid.

The male, stayed close to her,  keeping an eye out, incase the bear decided to have the balls enough to finishe the job.