Lone Star Mountain Pulse

It was only fate that had placed Arsenio outside of the vale that morning. He had been itching to explore the neighboring territories, their future hunting grounds. Khalys’ scent had captured his attention when he had reached the mountain. He wondered if she had been doing the same - scouting their home’s vast wilderness and what surrounded it. 

The redstone man had trotted along lazily for a while, thinking of Tamar and the land that they intended to claim. With the scent of Khalys leading him, he wondered how she was faring since the death of her mate and the crushing of their plans together. Arsenio could not imagine the horror that she had endured, the heartache. 

When blood overcame the scent of the woman, Arsenio found himself more aware. Something was wrong. He tracked the smell until he came upon the wounded figure of Khalys and a stranger who loomed over her. Fur rose along his neck and shoulders. 

Did you do this? What happened- 

But Khalys was still alive, if only just. Arsenio stepped forward. Worry found his features. 

Please… do you know healing herbs? Anything?