Blacktail Deer Plateau lord of wolves

Her gaze lifted to Rue, as if just realizing she was there, her eyes were glassy with concern and shock - her responses sluggish on account of the pain burning along her spine. 

"Thank you, Ruenna," she murmured with genuine gratitude, for taking care of her mate and for offering to aid the healer with her own wounds. 

The sylph moved closer, her spine hunching painfully in order to allow the silver to bind her wounds with cobwebs. When it was done the fae turned to the bird, swallowing heavily with concern. 

"Were you hurt?" There was so much blood in the air that she could not identify if any of it was Ruenna's.