Nimbus Summit Pitsiak

Issorartuyok took a fair bit longer to arrive than Antha, but as he rushed into the scene, he looked worriedly to Heda. The man’s dark face was stricken with concern, but he did not wish to impede the work that Antha was doing to help. She would know more than he would. The northerner had only ever been good at protecting, the strong man’s work. If he were left alone with a wounded wolf and a store of herbs, they would not fare well.

Can you help her? he asked Antha in a hushed voice.

Eyes shifted toward Heda, searching her face. He wanted to ask if she was alright, if she needed him to do anything. Back to Antha, then to Heda again. Issorartuyok knew that he was not going to make the situation easier by hovering. He stepped back, head low, and watched closely.