Whitebark Stream honey and the moon

She was not a warrior, scout, or alpha, by any means. 
But she knew what it was like to be lonly. 
The sound of a howl roused her and she cocked her head curiously, rising to her paws. The shewolf before her looked exhausted, ragged, and skinny. 
"Oh! Uhh..I know usually Artyom handles these things...but I'm a healer. Im sure he would understand- you look like you haven't seen a proper meal in weeks." 
Saphire orbs gazed calmly at the young Fae, and she lifted her lips in a comforting smile.