Hoshor Plains you win you lose, you sing the blues

Seal was ready and waiting like a nurse in a trauma bay. With their herbs sorted and supplies at hand, the healers were ready for whatever may come.

Heph was the first, and then one by one other hunts came to their tent. Some were worse than others. @Kukutux’s attention was expertly divided between them.

Then, Seal saw a familiar hunter limping toward them. The boy she had blessed! A small part of her felt insecure. Had she performed the ritual incorrectly and caused him hurt?

Her eyes caught the vibrant red of blood upon his hip. Quickly, she snatched some moss and galloped toward Matteo. Without asking she tenderly pressed the plant to stop the bleeding.

“There’s a place for you – there,” she gestured to an open bed lined with a buck’s pelt and began to lead him over. “What happened?” Seal asked as she slipped into focus mode, dedicated to give Matteo the best possible care.