The Sentinels Of long lost lullabies,

The kraken slumbered, and rested... But she could not move. Her leg, was in constant pain and wouldn't move. She kept it limited- knowing quite well that it was very much broken. Tried what she knew best about healing, which was extremely limited. Umbra would keep it straight, especially against something hard for it to not heal in strange ways.

The bleeding had stopped, but now the waiting game, for her healing leg.

The seafang needed some help. She didn't know what to prevent from infections, if she did it right, and feared for the worst. Would her leg be the same? Could she survive, while it healed? Hunting was the worst, and as days went by, the hungier she got. Scraps were the best she could get, and any leftovers Umbra could find.

She leaned against a tree, and closed her eyes.

Nimble feet carried her far beyond the reaches of Easthollow's claims, through a marshy area and at last to a glen where she felt she could safely find a place to spend the night. She hoped none had followed her- and simply assumed that none would. It would likely take them days to realize that Oryx hadn't just run from the fight- but that she'd run from the pack as well. She could not explain herself, and would not leave herself vulnerable to being hunted down, and knew the fear of having to flee before. The rains had helped her escape, and she'd fled like a migratory bird, scaling whatever landmarks she had to in her attempt to put more and more distance between herself and the grasslands. 

Eventually, she found herself reaching the end of the world- where the land sloped down to a rough and tempermental sea. She wondered how far it went- and if it was potentially worth swimming out to see, and allow her life to become what it would- either dragged to the bottom by the long strands of kelp, or drifted back to shore. But she worried, still, that she might be tracked. So she continued her journey down along the shore- choosing to bury her tracks by constantly travelling in the knee-deep waves that raked the shallows. That should make her impossible to follow, and she felt so far from Easthollow now that she dreamt she would be safe. 

She roved toward a forest to find a peaceful place to sleep, but caught the scent of another wolf- and blood. She stiffened, tasting the metallic scent on the air and for the first time, she doubted if she should intervene. Normally, it came natural to her- to find the injured wolf, find them, and help heal them. But now...They would potentially slow her down, and she carried with her no herbs. She bore guilt like a heavy yoke- and with a soft sigh, she set off, following her nose until-

-the shadow she'd thought had been simply the trunk of one tree leaning against the trunk of another which grew suddenly had eyes. And a dark, angular frame. Oryx balked; and dropped to the ground in submission. She'd been dithering this way and that, trying to track the female by her scent- and hadn't expected to draw so close before catching sight of her. "I mean no harm. I can heal." She said, hoping that that pathetic excuse might be a barter for her life.

Her fur rose and face snarled into aggression- but inwardly Umbra laughed at herself. She was injured, and pitiful, what could she do? Though thoughts aside and instincts rose, the other came forth meekly, and had the seafang raise an eye. Submissive toward her? Someone who is injured?

Laughable!

But useful.

"Then heal me." A command, so said the kraken. The other offered so, and she would not let it go to waste. Her shoulder had long been healed, scarred perhaps, and with scabbing, but it was no longer a worry. All she needed was to help her leg.

Would you mind having a look at this and letting me know which bone is broken? Just so I have an idea how high up the leg the bone is. <3

Part of Oryx wanted to flee. To be nothing more than a shadow so that she did not make a reputation or an impact whever she went- but she warred with herself, and when she was instructed to treat the dark female, she simply nodded, and slunk closer, with a careful but purposeful pace. Her eyes roved over the female's windswept pelt, noting without judgement that it appeared she had had a fairly tumultuous life thus far. Regardless of her injuries, the tall wraith was poised; Oryx feared those who could maintain such presence and pride despite their pain. Though she had averted her gaze, the grimace had not been lost on Oryx. The warning was taken, and she would be sure to make no hostile motions. 

She had multiple flesh wounds which were already healing. Oryx would have liked to see her bathe in the ocean's water- though there was a hint of something saline in her pelt that told Oryx that perhaps Umbra had already thought to do so. But the most worrying was the female's left hind, where the inflammation told Oryx that something was fractured, strained, sprained or broken. If only Arlette was there- she'd had a better knowledge of how to heal broken bones...But she had passed some of it on to Oryx. 

"I think it is broken...Do you mind?" She asked, gesturing to show that she would like to come closer, to take a better look.

femur!

Umbra moved what she could, and spread what she needed to for the medic. The woman did as she commanded, and watched her with a cold gaze. There was no reason to trust her, but the seafang had to deal with the cards laid and take a chance with her.. Else she'd be badly messed up, with her limited knowledge of medical issues.

"What is your name, girl." As she looked at the krakens leg, Umbra asked the other.

OUUUUUCHHHHHH. (thanks!)

She drew in a breath through clenched teeth; and then realized she'd probably not been terribly tactful to do so, when she noticed the swelling in the woman's leg from above the knee and back toward her hip. It would take quite a terrible force to do such a thing to a wolf- and would not be easy to heal. Given the placement, even walking without putting any pressure on that leg would have been agonizing. Just holding it up so her toes wouldn't drag would also be agonizing. Oryx's conclusion, then, was that without care- someone to feed her while she waited for weeks for the bone to heal, with no guarantee that her leg would ever be useful to her again- she would die. 

How to deliver that message? 

"Oryx." She said softly. She reminded herself of the technique of more or less wedging bad news in between two pieces of good news...But Oryx was not the type to dance around the topic. While she might've seemed somewhat aloof, she was nevertheless a very empathetic wolf. Distant, but empathetic. "Do you...Have someone, caring for you?" She asked. It would make all the difference if she had someone to feed her but- alas, propped up against a tree, she did not appear to have been granted the comfort of an attended patient.

"I am Umbra." The other did not ask, but she delivered her name. The one she relied on, should remember her well at the moment. While untrusting, she was never one to forget favors. The seafang was indebted to Oryx, and there would be a day she would repay it so. Hated the fact, to rely on others, and owe a favor.. 

"I have a acquaintance," @Sunhawk helped, "but he is no medic." The two seemed fated together, and she was always eternally in his grasps. Even upon trying to repay, he always found a way to stick by, and hover closely. At this point she couldn't get rid of him, and wouldn't admit she counted him as a 'friend.' Though for Umbra, she relied heavily upon him now.

"Hmm. Shadows." Oryx murmured the words as she examined Umbra's leg, more as a means to fill time and compose a better way of delivering her prognosis without being terribly blunt about it. Given that she was no expert in the subject- but had already introduced herself as a medic- she had to have some legitimate advice, but also did not feel terribly comfortable delivering a diagnosis without a complete knowledge of bone injuries. 

At least she had someone. The young medic nodded sagely. "There is not much to do, aside from keep you fed. And safe," She said, her gaze reaching beyond the shadowy sea witch and into the darkness. She'd glimpsed the darkness building in the East, and had run from it. "It will take weeks...How is your pain?" She asked, then. It might be easier if she simply addressed the thing she could fix.

The kraken raised a brow to 'shadows,' but said nothing.  She only watched the medic tend to her leg, examining it, and remained aloof to the pain that was felt. It was relieving knowing someone was finally tending to her so, and wondered if she could somehow lure this person to her side.. A medic was far more useful that a random company. But alas, Umbra does not have the resources to lure that being. 

Umbra gave a slow nod, "alright." Thankfully so, her leg wasn't infected. She worried how that would fair if so, especially since this medic may not stay for too long here, "it is bearable." She had a high pain tolerance, for the seafangs were no push overs. Trecherous training to remain as one. However, she couldn't deny it was painful. Any movement brought to that leg was met with pain, and the hunting wasn't even doable in her condition. The best she could do was trap, try to fish, and scavenge. 

At least fishing, was probably the easiest she could do.

"Where do you hail from?"

Oryx was surprised to hear Umbra state that her pain was manageable. An injury like that could not have been easy to suffer, and she frowned. Perhaps she was simply hiding her pain, fearing Oryx might take advantage of her bad state, even though she was likely the last wolf who could receive such judgement based on her size and meek nature. She was about to insist that she find something to treat Umbra's pain when she posed Oryx a question. She was silent for a moment. She'd run away from Easthollow, the same way she'd run from Thresher's Knoll. "Far away," She said softly. 

She was silent for a moment, as an indication that she wished for that side-track to be forgotten. "I can try and find you something for the pain. Might be something nearby," She volunteered- and even if Umbra dismissed her, she would likely go and find the herbs regardless and leave them for her while she slept.

"Alright." She of course wouldn't deny help. Something to relieve the pain seemed heavenly at the moment, like the black wolf was a mermaid from the sea. However no angel, nor mermaid was to come for Umbra. A kraken intertwined with eels and sharks, and the abyssal that she may drown in..

"I do not believe there is much to be found."