Blackfeather Woods Blood drying black on your claws (Dark Brotherhood Meeting)

When his name was called, Kove stepped forward and walked over towards the priestess. He'd never known much about herbs, only that a leafy one called 'plantain' helped with cuts and scrapes. Going by the look of the wounds on the three returning wolves, however, he wasn't so sure how much help those leaves would be even if they had some. He was positive the Queen had stronger stuff that would work much better, though, so he looked to her once he was close enough to speak respectfully. “What is it you need me to do, exactly?” the pale wolf inquired, ready to do whatever he was told to.

While he awaited instructions to follow through on, his mind wandered to thoughts and images of what the other party might look like. He imagined them being far worse off, as he could not see any others as being capable of matching the strengths of the Blackfeather wolves. The marks left would heal, he was sure, but how long it would take was a different story. That, he was unsure of, but hoped it to be sooner rather than later. Another topic that came to mind was what hey would do in retaliation. Kove wanted to know what type of plan the priestess might have in mind, but did not ask right away. They had a bigger problem at the moment, which was working to do whatever it was to clean the returning wolves' wounds and help them along in their healing process.