The Bracken Woods Can't erase what I wrote in ink

Uriel explained quickly what had happened to them and the other golden woman stirs,  snapping un protest as she groans and moans, her paws lifting up along the sides of her skull to try and block out the sounds, the light, everything. Hamlocke truly understood and though he frowned, said nothing. His pain he had suffered from the light had been all his life. He knew it well. 

"There are medicines I know, which may ease. But head injury such as this will only take time. If she has a concussion,  she should not sleep, for she may not wake." His words were but a graveled whisper to Uriel's ear. "Clean her wound." The dark wolf spoke in regards to the stranger's shoulder and then he dashed back off into the forestry, searching. 

While he had already begun looking around  through this forest for herbs, he had not collected any nor found much given the winter. Still, the ferns and nettle bushes were relentless. Nettle is what he searched for now and whilst minding the thorns, he ripped off and ate up a collection of leaves (for himself) and then gnawed off a branch for the patient. 

Returning (he need not go far to find this plant all around) he settled the branch quietly and slowly down before the woman. "Eat the leaves." Were the quickest and simplest instructions he could give. Backing up, he tried to keep to the shade of the trees and ferns of their home and laid down, using forelimbs to try the shield his eyes from the sun.