Blacktail Deer Plateau Cats don't play nice

Cats;
Reverie was reminded starkly of Lestan in this moment, and the memory of his return sent a full-body shudder through her. He'd been so sick; so weak; so changed. Would Amalia, too, become a different person than who she had been before the attack?
But there was no way of knowing. She took a strange sort of comfort in this, moving forward to inspect the worst of the wounds along the woman's flank. It'll be okay, Reverie assured her quietly, nosing her cheek for a moment in hopes that it might bring her some small measure of comfort. I'll get you some medicine to keep infection away, and some food and water, okay? And then I'll get you home. You'll be alright. She sighed softly as she pulled away, glancing to her feathered companion. Her voice was lower when she addressed the eagle; Can you stay with her? Warn me if anyone - anything - comes near her?
The bird seemed to understand; it hopped from her shoulder and settled near the woman with a shake of its feathers.
I'm going to leave my friend with you - um, my bird friend, Reverie told Amalia. I'll be back, I promise. And with that, she set off, resolving that she would find her husband when she felt the injured wolf was stable enough to travel a ways into the mountains.