Swiftcurrent Creek there's something in the static

This would be the third time she witnessed a horrific scene today—that had to be some sort of record.

While looking for @Akavir, she heard @Wren’s exhausted and fragmented cry for help. She paused, threw her head back, and replied, “I’m coming!” Even though her voice wasn't very strong, it still carried a hint of passion and promise. She would do everything she could to help.

She ran as fast as she could—which wasn’t very fast at all—and stopped by her den to gather some supplies. Although she wasn’t sure what she’d face upon arriving, she tried to gather the basics. With no time to search for something to carry them, she used her mouth to pick up the materials and hurried to her packmate.

Eshe found Wren, crouched in front of her, and placed the medicine at her paws. She carefully examined the wounds, and knew they needed to be cleaned and dressed. “Can you walk any further?” She asked, searching her eyes. Then, she began to rummage through her supplies and found the poppies she’d brought.

“If not, I have poppy seeds for the pain,” she offered. “I can start small with the dose and we can build from there based on what you need.” She would need to extract the seeds, but that wouldn’t take long.