Noctisardor Bypass High unicorn tolerance

Rowyn heard the reedy weak howl and his fur rose in abject fear. He rushed forward. Gods if she had gotten hurt when he wasn't here. What had he done? He cursed his quiet need to travel and roam. He had left her all alone, granted she had left too. But his mind could not fathom that at the current moment in time. 

Upon his arrival Glass blues took her in. The dried caked blood. Her weak form. 

Mio Dio! 

he traced a nose along her head, searching for any other wounds. I don't know much about healing. But. I can at least get some fluff and get you to a pack I know. Come on Finch.