Bearclaw Valley New Home

Néa trudged up the hill, strides short and staccato as she tried to keep even footing on the ground and not agitate her wounds anymore than she had. They would scar viciously, that much she knew and she didn't really mind the thought too much. She'd been told that scars made a wolf that much more experienced, to have survived past those wounds and become even greater to have pushed on past.

She came up behind the small gathering, sniffing curiously as she beheld the other two wolves. "It's a nasty wound, that at least can be said. It will scar, if you can keep the infection out and not die from septic shock. Get some ashwagandha and ask the healer to place on the wound. It won't rot your shoulder out then and it'll numb the pain a little more... I'm Néa, by the way."