Deepwood Weald Kaggik

Kannoyak was many things but he was no medic. The man’s eyes sharpened on her. The woman reached for her head, fixed with a dazed expression. 

The white hunter did not know how he might assist her. He paced, circling her figure with concern creasing at his brow. White ears swiveled with uncertainty. The hairs along his back prickled, wondering if his voice might reach the moonwoman. Could she help this girl? Surely - Kukutux was a woman of many gifts. 

This one is not a medic. Tell me what we must do.