Nimbus Summit apologetically dressed in the best

Lane was outside of her medicine cave at the base of the mountain, hanging the yield of her latest herb run upon the gorgeous drying rack that Tuuluuwaq had procured for her.  She caught her husband's scent on the wind, and she turned to greet his approach with a smile and a wag of her tail. 

She was surprised to see a woman limping along beside him, all legs and angles with rumpled fur and an exhausted bearing. Lane's smile morphed into a look of concern, and she hurried to meet the pair. 

Just from the way she walked, it was clear that she had a leg injury, but the shallow and labored quality of her breathing also seemed to indicate some kind of internal injury. 

Should she allow Lane to approach, the medic would mover to support her open side, being extra careful of the injury she suspected was present beneath the surface of her heaving side. 

"Hey.. there we go," Lane murmured gently as the three of them fell into a (rather lurching) rhythm of movement. "Not far now." She shot a concerned over to Tuuluuwaq.  Were she a jealous woman, she might have wondered why he seemed to always be playing the hero opposite to so many damsels-in-distress. As it was, Lane just figured he was lucky he was married to a medic, and she left it at that. 

She would lead them into the cave at the base of the mountain. The air in the cave was warmer than might be expected and scented lightly of lavender.