Hoshor Plains Inuuniun

With their bull downed and the hunting party successful, now was the time for Raiyuk to seek the healer's camp. He moved with a catch in his gait, and knew he felt winded even long after the end of the work. He had never broken anything before and did not know if the pain in his hip was bad; but it was a persistent ache, and he took time to reach the camp where others were being tended. Rather than call out or be a nuisance he chose to wait and watch, presuming he would be taken care of once others had been minded.

As promised, Bronte accompanied Raiyuk to the healers camp. Her age mate did not seem to be severely wounded, but he certainly was hurting.

She kept a watchful side eye on him during the move, concern written on her brow towards the way his gait faltered. She stuck close, should he wish for a sturdy shoulder to lean on for support.

Sitting with him, she overlooked the proceedings of the camp with interest. Hopeful that the pair of young wolves would catch a healers eye.