Neverwinter Forest whip cracks, we jump

After this, around Feb 8-9. Tagging @Zephyr, @Mango, & @Mal. Zephyr is on Kratos' back, unconscious; both of them sustained severe injuries. Three deep puncture wounds on Kratos' back, a chunk of his cheek missing on the left side, and an infected right front paw. Zephyr's front right leg has multiple deep puncture wounds and looks raw from being chewed down on, and lacerations on his shoulder and side of the chest.

Neverwinter Forest takes longer to travel to then he wanted; each step weighed down not by the silver coywolf on his back, but the limp of his right forepaw—worsened by both infection and the pulsing ache of every wound on his back.
Ghost, in theory, helps and worsens the injuries. The pressure might have helped the bleeding slow, while his cheek still streams freely.
No matter how much his legs quake, he carries on—striding passed the border marks put in place by fellow Neverwinter wolves. The panic in his mind drives him forth; he knows there is nothing he can do to help. Ghost needs medical attention.
A low howl finally escapes his lips, and a coughing fit follows after.

Mal hadn't been entirely awake. He'd been just drifting off to sleep nestled at the base of a tree when the unfamiliar and not-right howl roused him from his slumber. The ending seemed ragged. He was up and heading that way before he really was conscious of what was happening -- he just knew he needed to get there because something was wrong.

What he spotted was a big reddish wolf with a much more familiar smaller figure draped across his back. Wait. Wait wait. What the goddamn hell had happened? He ran forward, halting in sort of dancy anxious steps as he tried to figure out what to do and couldn't think of anything, as if his touch might also make something worse, What happened?! I -- come on, can you keep going? There's the clearing just ahead-- His thoughts were scattered, and instead added a second howl, specifically calling Mango while he desperately tried to remember what Ceilidh had done for Cam. Hell, she said something about hazel--! but as if he knew what it was, and chances were his comment wasn't gonna mean a damn thing to the wolf that was probably the previously-mentioned Firestorm.

Mango had been wandering aimlessly through the forest when the howl split the air, alerting him that something was wrong. He was on his way when the second howl of Mal came. He picked up his pace quickly, arriving on the scene in only a matter of minutes. 

Here he sees Mal, and a couple of strangers- though he was sure they were his packmates. A burly man, torn apart- carrying a little silver wolf atop his shoulders. Sleeping- no, knocked out entirely. Honey eyes widen at the sight and he rushes over. 

These were the times he wishes he were a proper medic. These people were looking to him- and all he could do was scrounge for the knowledge of which plant did what. Without his mentor here, he'd forgotten most of it. I- I'll go get some herbs, Mal. He tells the handsome leader before scampering just a few yards away, just past some trees. His eyes scanned the ground for anything that looked useful, while his ears were tilted backward to stay aware of whatever would happen over there.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been between the howl and spotting the form rushing towards him. Muscles tense, and his stance automatically becomes defensive. Still within the mode to fight and protect what is precious to him, he is all for taking on another—when the scent is recognized as familiar to the borders. Mal. The Boss.
A bloody snort is all he gets in greeting, as Kratos continues his path further within the boundaries of Neverwinter, and further away from neutral lands.
Some fucker was trying to kill Ghost, he says when another one of the Forest’s residents pop out of the trees like the goddamn gremlins they are. A growl rumbles in his chest the second the sunshine boy gets too close, a response out of instinct that Kratos doesn’t care to halt.
He follows Mal to the clearing, and once reaching it, allows his legs to collapse from underneath him. Zephyr fortunately pillowed from the blow by his bulk.

Ghost? Some other nickname, he guessed. Whatever. That was Zephyr. Just like.. Some rando? Not a pack wolf? They still alive or...? Please not Moonspear. It didn't smell like Moonspear, but then again who freaking knows what wolves they might have dredged up. The smell of blood was making things pretty murky anyway, burying the more subtle scents that might have given more information. Whoever it was, if they weren't in a pack, Mal hoped they were dead. It'd be less complicated. Probably. And if they were from a pack, then maybe the whole pack'd die. That'd be nice.

Mango showed up then turned to go find the herbs. Mal should have asked if there was anything he could do in the meantime but.. Well, too late. Instead Mal kept to escort duty. As Kratos flopped down Mal approached again, trying to take a closer look at what had happened. Since he didn't have a clue for healing, he wasn't gonna actually touch. Zeph? We take care of Zephyr first when Mango gets back, yeah? Seemed to make sense -- take care of the one who was totally out of it. Kratos seemed pretty messed up even before now, so maybe he had a clue, You gonna be okay y'think? Or anything you know I should do? I don't know this healing stuff. Which was true. And he did want to help, but right now about all he could do was monitor and make sure Kratos didn't end up actually crashing. Somehow. 

Whenever Mango reappeared, if he wasn't instructed of how to help, he would ask Mango what the heck to do.

Wrapping this up.

“Some rando?” Yeah “They still alive or…?” No. Kratos made sure the fucker wouldn’t breathe again after what he'd done. One less pyscho to go around munching on Neverwinter wolves. They should all be grateful, but Kratos is just pissed. He’s running on pure rage alone.
Kratos doesn’t wanna move now, but he makes sure Zephyr is taken care of and taken off his back carefully to the side. Yeah, probably. I don’t know much either. He doesn’t know how to instruct Mal, but that Mango guy comes back and does the job for him. They manage to patch the two up, and Kratos ends up passing out at some point.