Northstar Vale what will be will be

Antigone brought with him a wave of tension. Apprehension played upon the copper mask of the she-wolf as she sidled alongside him as he moved closer to the stranger, though her gaze was fiercely set to the man the youth questioned now. 

This had been far too dangerous—treating a wolf who had all but indicated he was on the run for doing something to another pack or having a run in of some kind—a loose cannon. If something happened to Antigone…

He was caught up in a storm and got hurt. She nodded to the ear, patched with herbs and salves. Frostbite.