Stone Circle When the birds fly high, and the squirrels burrow low

Rodyn frowned. Not sure what to do. The man was still alive, but only just if his shallow breaths were anything to be said for him. There was an air of desperation to him and the limb that lay black and pulsing with warmth and venom, was not one that could easily be missed.

The youth was quick to offer their creek, but they had no healers. Rodyn wasn't much of a healer either. He could make a paste that would take the sting, but poison.

The most i can do is make a paste to take away the sting. Are there any neighboring packs to call? Who may have a healer?