Raven's Watch its getting back up that's hard again

Dásamlegt, The man grumbled as he watched the lifeless and prone form of the woman. How was it that so many wolves fell into the paws of the Watch, always in need of help or care? The young Miwa, Teya, Frost... A small handful, he supposed, but it was at least a semi-frequent occurence. And this wolf before him, was he supposed to drag her into the territory and heal her? Watch over her? Feed her? Would she only take from their stores or would she give back? Frost, at the vary least, seemed to be conscious of his drain on pack resources, and seemed eager to make up for it as he regained his health.

Why a grumbled sigh, Stjornunati moved forward with tentative steps to check on the fallen wolf, sniffing lightly at her body to see if he could scent some sort of sickness that clung to her fur. Finding nothing of note, the blonde male performed his routine checks to form some sort of diagnostic conclusion, following it with a nudge of his nose to her shoulder to see if  he could rouse her.