Firefly Ravine Bittersweet Berries and Stinging Nettles

The river was only a short way away, roughly a half-hour walk. By the time the two arrived, their wounds had scabbed over and fresh blood no longer dripped. 

He had the advantage of a pack with knowledge on how to treat a wound. He figured the kid did not. This is all he could offer. 

As they approached, he smelled someone familiar. Had he really stayed here? Pepper had warned him more than once that he needed help. 

They approached the river, and the black and white wolf laid on the other side. He looked lifeless. 

Pepper turned to the kid. "Stay here. I'll be back." 

He'd rather not have the kid present. He crossed the chest deep water, wading toward the black and white wolf. "Phobos?" he said, searching for any sort of reaction.