Blacktail Deer Plateau I think I need help

Her eyes flashed at both Dreadfather's growl and the other's blatant refusal to help. So she returned a growl. Her words coming out hot and heavy filled with implications.

Not if I don't have the items that I need to save her life, but by all means continue to ignore me. 

She hissed and then continued to use what she could, using her own tongue to clean the worst of the mats. She was filled to the brim with irritation and absolute boiling anger at the moment.

She was not a leader, but she was a healer and her job was to heal, whether they were part of the pack or not, and she would be damned if one of them, refused to allow her to help. She'd die on that hill.

She snapped at them both. If you aren't going to help me, then please leave me so I can do what I can without your interruption. If I get the medicinal herbs upon her. Then yes she has a good chance.

She grew quiet then and placed the begamot upon her wounds. Tightening what she could with cobwebs. Already the blood was beginning to slow at least. Though without water, there was much she couldn't see.

She was a follower of Atka, of Sos. Atka was a goddess for the living, sos for the dead. So either way she looked at it, she was fulfilling her duties as a healer and as an avid worshipper of the two.