Bearclaw Valley Though you can see when you’re wrong

fenrith snapped to attention. he dropped the supplies he carried and nodded quickly, the boyish uncertainty that so often clung to him now replaced with focus. got it, he yipped.

he moved to the injured she-wolf’s side. she was terribly wounded, but fenrith was not deterred by the sight. deep gashes and fleshwounds upon her sides and legs. so, fenrith grabbed the reed fluff and began pressing it firmly against the wound, his paws working carefully to apply pressure without causing further harm.

hold on, he murmured, though he wasn’t sure if it was for the injured wolf or himself. his ears flicked back as he glanced toward etienne, doing his best to tend to winslet and stay out of the elder healer’s way in his own workings.