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Cynefrid slowly emerged from the foliage with an array of herbs being carried in her maw; some she knew well and used before, and others that were yet to be identified. The howl of her King was clear as day, but the scent of blood is what really caught the fawn's attention more than anything. Célnes had been injured — attacked — but by who?

The two who'd arrived before Cyne, Miss Odessa and Chad, did not look very amused at all. Assumably from all the tension within the last pack meeting. Cynefrid did not really have a problem with any this of course; for she did not believe that their newcomers should be shunned for something they could not help. Whatever curse they were born with was brought on by the previous generation and Cynefrid believed it was Kingslend's natural duty to provide guidance to them — this way, their children did not meet the same faith. Yet it seemed like most of the pack despised such an idea, which was an understandable reaction to change that Cenric and Célnes had to become accustomed to.

"Let me see..." The damsel quickly trotted over to her side, ruby red hues visually scanning over her back with a grimace. If she could get the elken woman to wash off while she created a goose grass paste, it would dry the wound out a bit and slow the infection. Yet Cynefrid wanted to be given the okay to start the treatment first, so she glanced up to Célnes for an answer.