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

Ujurak helped the best he could, trying to alleviate the strain on Rodyn's back by taking the trailing limbs of the unconscious male over his own shoulders. Awkward as it was given their difference in height, the stone prince managed to verbally guide them to the sheltered creek. There he would take the opportunity to cleanse the wound to the best his abilities.

There would be no antiseptic he could provide, no salve to stave of further infection. Nonetheless, Ujurak acted upon what he could provide for immediate attention.

I cannot say how effective this will be, Ujurak admitted to the Moontide man, I'm not sure even if this is right for his type of wound. But running to another pack costed time, even if it was to the Bearclaws.

Ujurak fell quiet for a time. What brings you here, Rodyn? He briefly looked away from the injured wolf. I assume it wasn't to help tend to a stranger's wound.