Naaghai Lowlands [m] triple dog dare

It was heard as much as it was felt.
Wren scoops as much of the tattered body as she can into her arms and holds her against her chest; holds with an unspoken security, and for the first time she thought of how brilliant it felt to do so again.
She feels the muscles tense and Silvertongue's body still and clench with pain, and Wren finds it within herself to reach for the readied pile of scavenged herbs: from it, she gathers poppy seeds. Those she had more than enough experience with. Take some of these, she whispers softly. they'll help a little.
She settles back down with one paw rested upon her shoulder, allows herself to feel the coarse fur at her nape, and decides that Silvertongue is still just as untouchably beautiful.