Larksong Grotto il en était fier, mais pourquoi vous riez ?

not dumb at all!

the man was silent, prompt. quick. mireille's estimation grew. 
the ailing stranger beneath her paws was pretty. what sort of place drew these soft-edged men?
she bathed his brow, packed the lacerations along his flank with moss. "where are you from?" she asked the other wolf. "do you have a pack nearby?"
the scents on each of them were nothing she had known before. "i know a little. i can stabilize him for now. but he is going to die wit'out a healer."