Hideaway Strath Traust.

Unaware of the plans between the search party consisting of Towhee and Ruenna, she laid as comfortably as possible in the shade of a great Oak tree. Idly she gingerly nosed her injured paw, carefully sniffing at the painful little wounds dotting the skin. It was just her luck that she hadn't any herbs nearby at the moment to better the situation.

A voice...a howl rang out in the not so far off distance. Alerted, her ears stiffened. It was Ruenna's voice. Another fellow herbalist. That call was for her, which meant some of the pack had to have been out searching. It touched her to know these wolves cared. Hobbling to her feet with some effort, she replied with an answer and started to limp her way forward on her three good legs.