Redhawk Caldera beti

"Silktail," Bronco repeated. He felt that having a familiar name spoken might help keep the man a bit more stable, and focused on something positive. He murmured a vague description and slumped against Bridget. "Here. Lemme slip in there, we can lean him on me and you can work on that," He said softly, moving into position if she allowed. Presently, he was still a bit too focused on the wounded stranger to concentrate on thinking of which wolves he knew that met his description. Half a moon old, though? That was tough. Not nearly old enough to survive on their own. 

He looked over Aditya's shoulder to watch Bridget's work, quiet so that she could direct him as needed.