Ouch! (OPEN!)

[Sivoncé™]

Sylvana limped weakly into the Yozoran healer den, panting heavily with the effort of dragging herself from the scene of the battle. Luckily, it would seem, the battle was over. Unfortunately, her Hellfirian stench was like a siren in the Yozoran camp; she was surprised she had gotten this far without any wolves questioning her. Sure, she had fought alongside the Yozorans during the battle, but that meant little, really, in the grand scheme of things. She smelled of hell and fire, and her past reeked of Blood Mist. It would take them a while to believe she'd really switched sides.
And worse still, she hadn't had time to inquire about her living descendants or her fallen daughter, Saskia. From what she remembered, besides trying to tear Kill's face off, she hadn't recognized a single soul within that blood-bathed camp.
What if they're all gone? What if they're all dead? They won't recognize me...
Exhausted, she fainted into unconsciousness in the herb healer den.

[Njack]

Slip sniffed the air. Odd, quite odd. He could have almost sworn that the odors of hell and fire were around. Um, he meant flame and coals or something, I'm sure. Then again, considering the recent battle, that wasn't a huge stretch.

He checked on the herbs and stuff in the den, and was relieved to see that none of them had been raided or such in the battle. "Though I suppose most of the battle took place outside..." he murmured. "And what would they need with herbs, besides to treat their injured?"

Speaking of injured...

Slip's paw stepped on something squishy and warm. "Oh!" He jumped. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you... there." He blinked at the unconscious wolf on the ground.

Smells like a Hellfirian... Nonetheless, he grabbed a few cobwebs from the pile of herbs, and applied them to visible wounds. Whatever. If she's on our side, then there shouldn't be a problem. If not, then she's probably weak enough for the other wolves to deal with, healing or not.

[Sivoncé™]

Across the camp, a rather aged she-wolf wept miserably.
Passersby attempted to comfort her, but this seemed to only make her sob harder. Eventually, they just looked at her sadly and whispered under their breath to their neighbors, and then left her alone. Eventually, however, someone coaxed her to see the healer for something to calm her and allow her to rest.
Olive's outer wounds weren't all that terrible; a few scrapes and cuts here and there, but none of them were bleeding now. Her walk was shaky, but it was due to the internal damage she had suffered this day. Ironically, he was her nephew, yet they had been the same age. He had been a lifelong friend who'd suffered far too much. And now, Crow was dead just as Saskia was.
"S-Slip? Are you in there?"
She peered into the den, the unpleasant stench of Hellfirian swirling in her nostrils. "Who is that?"

[Njack]

Slip looked up. "Oh, hello, Olive..." He had seen her a few times around camp, but didn't really know her. "Is anything... wrong?"

He looked down at the other wolf, who still seemed to be unconscious. "I don't know, she just showed up, so I treated her. Seems like a Hellfirian, maybe..." He shrugged. "I figured I'd let the pack decide what to do with her once she wakes up."

Absentmindedly, he padded over to the herb pile and fingered a couple of dandelion leaves. What did they say about these... something about calming... Slip glanced over at Olive. Well, we'll see. Sometimes words can be as healing as drugs... I mean, herbs.

[Sivoncé™]

Olive took a deep breath and nodded to calm herself. Crow wasn't murdered...maybe this one had nothing to do with taking his children away... She swallowed hard and forced herself to look away. She was here for calming, not to further her agitation and distress. She frowned deeply when Slip asked what was wrong. For a long moment, she just closed her eyes and focused on breathing. And then, she blinked back at him with despair in her eyes. "Crow is dead. He was one of my best friends...he was also family." Idly, she munched on the dandelion.

Sylvana twitched.

[Njack]

"Oh." Slip blinked at the floor. Maybe if I'd been at the battle, I could have saved him... As it was, Slip couldn't remember exactly what he had been doing at the time of the battle. "I'm sorry for your loss." Empty words, really, but what could he say?

Slip checked on Sylvana to busy himself, to distract himself from the inadequacy he felt when dealing with others' grief. But I'll have to get used to it, he thought. A healer's job is to heal, but... not everyone gets healed in time.

"She could use some more cobwebs, maybe, to stanch the bleeding." He patted more cobwebs onto the wounds, and then wrinkled his nose at the smell. "Maybe some perfume, too?"

[Sivoncé™]

Olive couldn't help but smile slightly at Slip's light jibe at the Hellfirian. I need something to distract me, she decided. There were a million and one reasons to worry or things to worry about, but right now, Olive needed to breathe. Distractions it is. "Did you just find her in here? I don't think she's one of the bad ones -- I thought I saw her attack a Blood Mist -- but I can't be sure, it was all such a mess! And aren't they all supposed to be bad if they came from hell, anyway?"

She busied herself by fetching more cobwebs for the hellfirian. As an afterthought, she plucked a few petals of a sweet-smelling flora and passed them to Slip. "Hopefully that'll take care of the worst of it. The stench, I mean."

[Njack]

"Well, I suppose..." Slip was more of a listener than a talker, really. But at least this time he had something to say. "Wolves change... Good wolves turn to bad, bad wolves turn good. Death shouldn't stop the cycle."

...You know, maybe... Maybe it's a good thing for some of these Hellfirians. I wonder, would they go back to Hellfire regardless, or could they have a second chance? Maybe the whole meaning of this resurrection... is a second chance at life? He shook his head; he was getting ahead of himself.

Slip inclined his head slightly at Olive, then accepted the petals. He held them up to his nose for a second, reveling in their sweetness, then cracked a small smile. "Thank you."

He scattered the petals, with their aroma, gently on the Hellfirian. If she would wake up, I might be able to figure out if anything else is wrong with her, and treat those symptoms as well...

[nighty!]

Pernille limped toward the healer's den with her broken front left leg, bite marks, cuts, and bloodstains knowing that she wasn't going to be the first one there. Everyone fought well, she could have done a lot better but the first thing was her leg. Her bite marks were mainly more where her scruff would be at and her body. All she remembered was one of the wolves through her and she landed on her leg that is now broken. There was a stench though, of BloodMist. It could have been everyone being beaten up and still have the stench on them or someone else but it was someone else. Pernille looked at the fainted body. "I can't put a name into the wolf but I remember her," she muttered and continued to limp toward the body and then left the BloodMist-stench some room just in case she woke up.

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[Sivoncé™]

Olive smiled and nodded a 'your welcome' to Slip, thankful that the smell of soot had been somewhat doused. She looked up at Pernille as she entered the den, frowning as she saw how injured her beta had been during the battle. "Pernille, what happened? How did you break your leg?" And then, as the beta voiced a mild recognition of the Hellfirian, Olive felt dread rise up in her throat. Maybe this wolf was the one who injured her. Maybe this wolf attacked my packmates...
Still, she had to admit, Pernille was right. There was something very dstinctive and vaguely familiar about her. Olive scanned her memory banks for an answer, but no name came to place the fainted femme.

Suddenly, Sylvana began to cough and splutter into consciousness.

[Njack]

Slip looked at the new arrival. Had she once been the pack's proxy or something like that? He couldn't remember at the moment, but he was sure that was before he had become herb healer.

If he was indeed worthy of the title.

Glancing at the awakening Hellfirian, he turned his back and shuffled through the herbs. He came up with some cobwebs and a few comfrey leaves. The way Pernille was walking on that leg, he thought it might be broken.

Comfrey for broken bones, right? "Here." He trotted over to Pernille, placing cobwebs gently on her wounds. The comfrey he rubbed on her leg, unsure if that was really the right thing to do.

Maybe she's supposed to eat it or something... Oh well, she'll be back if it gets worse, I suppose. He grimaced. It would have been nice if I had had a mentor.