Moonsong Glacier we see the exact same sunrise

Leith wasn't impressed with the scarcity of herbs, but he knew he shouldn't have been surprised, either. Lands covered by glaciers were cold and cruel, and what few plants he could dig up were dried or hibernating, and not terribly useful. He decided he might go on a pilgrimage in the summer, to try and harvest plants elsewhere, and find a place to dry and preserve them. Perhaps the other packs might be willing to trade, if he could come up with something worth the cost of their medicines. 

He'd begun tidying up an old den so that he might have a storage place for his future supply when he heard his name called. He did not recognize the woman's voice, but he did hear a tone of urgency. He frowned and cringed. He'd scented that one of the other women in the pack had gone into heat not long ago- he hoped this one wasn't calling to try and get his attention for those purposes. 

He wondered for a moment if he should simply howl back and let her know that he was busy. Or that he simply shouldn't answer at all, and pretend to be out of earshot. Eventually, he convinced himself that he should go- and began to head in her general direction at a lope, hastening his pace only when he caught the scent of a bear. 

This wasn't a booty call- it was a 911 call.

He gritted his teeth and galloped, hoping sincerely that he wouldn't have to try and doctor anyone while the bear was still nearby. He wasn't a fighter- and he knew he wouldn't step up to do so, even if it meant saving another life. He was a medic, after all, not a soldier. He'd be useless in a fight, and useless as a medic if he had to fight first. 

Fortunately, the scene was clear by the time he arrived, and he could only hope that it stayed that way. 

The man with the brilliant sunset pelt was obviously in pain. The pale woman with him hovered over him, but looked to be in one piece. He gave her a nod and approached the man, searching for his gaze. "Steady there, chap. I'm Doctor Leith; let me have a look at you, hmm?" He said smoothly, so as to keep the man calm. His gaze lightened as it flicked to the woman. "And If you wouldn't mind, dear, keep an eye over my shoulder for that bear- thank you," He said curtly. He wasn't asking, after all- his job was to step in and administer aid. Sometimes that meant being deft with delegations. "Now," He said, perusing the man with his steady, focused gaze. 

Fortunately, the man did not have gaping wounds, but Leith had seen wolves get the sense knocked out of them before with a swipe without losing a single drop of blood. "Can you tell me your name?" He asked, as he looked the man over for signs of swelling that might indicate an internal injury. His gaze flicked from eye to eye, checking for dilation, hoping the man would be able to fight through the shock to answer some simple questions.