Emberwood glory and gore

Edit: Oops, I thought this was in Swiftcurrent Creek!

The scent of blood drew The Wanderer. Wolf blood, so strong and so fresh that she half-wondered if she'd stumbled directly into the conflict. But no, it was quiet. A battle had been fought here, and she was just in time to witness its aftermath. Even if some survivors lurked to attack her, she doubted she would come away with more than a scratch or two. She was far better off than the poor fool who'd left all this blood.
She found two wolves. The girl halted with a fair distance between them, enough to outrun her injured brethren if need be. Her lips parted slightly in shock at the sight of them, but the expression took on a smirking aspect after a heartbeat, as if she was pleased to find the pair. Need help? She called out merrily. Of course you do!
The Wanderer stepped closer, assessing the damage - and the scent of herbs - from a distance. I suppose you've cleaned the wounds, and found yourselves some proper binding? Her tone suggested that she very much did not believe they'd done either of those things.