Phantom Hollow you can run

Atka roamed the hushed forest once more. She chose to wander the areas bordering The Heartwood, not entirely comfortable meeting the others without Dreven. It was silent here, and Atka made sure to keep her steps light. The absence of noise was broken however. The sound was brief, and farther off than it seemed, but she was not alone in this still forest.

Atka's brows furrowed at the scent of blood, staring trail it left, littering the foliage. She assumed it would be a poor idea, but she followed the path of the bloodied wolf. Atka's head raised as the pungent smell had gotten more intense, her gaze flitted around until it landed on the resting figure, large figure that is. She reluctantly stepped forwards, ears pinning back as she tried to get a better look at the wolf. Noticing the extent of his injures, her unsure paws had felt solid on the ground.

❝Are you al-❞ Atka cut herself off, of course he wasn't alright.

She frowned, pausing as she looked over the deep wounds. He would not make it far without any sort of treatment.

❝Allow me to help you?❞ She said, voice soft, almost quiet.

Perhaps he would not wake up, if he didn't, she would try her best to tend to his wounds. She would have to make a hurried venture to the borders of this forest for any sort of herbal treatment, considering The Phantom Hollow was largely gloomy trees, moss, and graying leaves. Yet, per usual, Atka did not piece things together, failing to pair the extent of his injury to how close he was to The Heartwood.