Wapun Meadow Follow your dreams, but don't forget about me

The first thing that met him was the absolute filthy scent of rot and decay. He reared back in surprise, because gods it was awful. Then his gaze found her body and he knew this face, but the world hadn't been kind to her since last sight. She was dripping ooze and blood and pus. There were scour marks and bite marks and all other types of marks all over her wretched body. But those eyes of hers glowed like two embers of deep flame. Daring him closer and yet pushing him far away. 

Decorum dictated that he be kind and gracious, but he wasn't sure how to help her. Those wounds based on placement, were self-inflicted. He may not know a lot of healing but he'd picked up enough living at Riverclan to know a thing or two about a thing or two.

Hello. Haven't seen you in a time.