Shadewood i heard there's a chance at an afterlife

The sunshine returned swiftly to the Shadewood. Chased back to her home by the bitter ocean wind that threw salted spray at her and threatened to knock her over at some points -- if she were much taller she supposed she would've been sent sprawling into the sand. But she was home now.
With gifts.

In her mouth, she clutched a number of items for the Family. By the borders, she'd made a cache for the items to hand out when she decided to hunt for the recipients. She first detected Gwen -- but hints of worry accompanied the finding. A few spots of blood sent the youth searching through the forest, doing her best at tracking with the smelly present clutched in her maw; no she would never forget the gift.
Soon, well as soon as she could, she located the pale pelted Emperor. And Mother figure -- seeings as  Cry acted as her father figure. 

The woman seemed sad, lonely. Lost. Phex whined softly, approaching slowly. The woman was biting herself; was she in pain and trying to make it stop? The youth dropped her gift by the head of Gwen, pushing the crab shell, legs still intact and limp, towards her. 
Next, the youth nuzzled the woman's face, pushing her away from her paws in silent demand of let me see. 
The girl didn't understand greif, didn't understand why the woman would hurt herself. All she knew was it shouldn't happen.

Softly, with the care a mother would have,  the girl licked Gwen's wounds, not expecting to be pushed away -- because she's the light of the fucking world like come on --  hoping to ease the pain and to see if anything more was amiss.