Bearclaw Valley Though you can see when you’re wrong

She had stormed from Bearclaw at top speed like a ship with full sails. By the time she had reached Swiftcurrent Creek, she had been out of breath but managed a call for help. A brief respite was granted for her, and the opportunity to snatch a few mouthfuls of water, and once she had shared a few hoarse words with @Etienne and @Fenrith, they departed and began the journey across the meadow, back toward Bearclaw.

She could only hope that @Winslet survived her injuries; she had seen enough blood and torn skin to know that she would need the care of an expert, one who might have herbs on hand. 

Considering the fact that Ameline had let Arlette come and gather herbs from the Valley in the summer months, she felt their exchange would be met, fully, when the wolves of the Creek now used their abilities to help save a life. 

@Cole, she called out, when she saw the valiant sentinel, she staggered the last few steps toward him, and gestures to the two who had come with her. Etienne, and- she panted, gesturing with a limp wrist toward the second wolf whose name she could not not recall. Medics. 

She knew they could do the work, and she trusted them. Her jaw slack as she drank in air, the Regina sank to the ground nearby, to catch breath that she had seemingly outrun while fetching the doctors.