As he stumbled back from the fight, finally released by the crazed wolf that had attacked him, he hurried away from the battlefield and made his way toward the caves were a majority of his family resided. He could feel the sharp pain radiating from his cheek and he could tell that he was bleeding pretty heavily, but with his adrenaline running high it dulled the pain enough for him to ignore it for now. He managed to find his sister on the fringes and there was at least a small sigh of relief now that he was back at her side. He hadn't even been able to spot her in the chaos of it all so at least now he knew she was okay. "Ethne wolves that need healing, come this way!" he called out over the drumming of the rain before he continued on toward the caves, desperately wanting to get to shelter.

Once he stepped inside he let out a shaky sigh and immediately went to fetch the supplies they would need. Grabbing furs, rags, bandages, disinfectants, tinctures and the like, Dorian pulled them all out to have them at the ready as more wolves began to file in. Slowly, as the moments began to pass, his pounding heart began to calm and with it the adrenaline began to fade and he began to shake lightly from the shock of it all. He didn't realize it at first, not until he went to reach for a bottle of trillium solution and nearly nocked it over because of how his paw was shaking. He frowned and in doing so pulled at the open wound that spanned is right cheek, aggravating it and knocking loose any clotting that might have managed to form. With a frustrated sigh he sat back on his haunches after grabbing one of the rags and bringing it to his own cheek to apply pressure to the wound there.

"Dorian"

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Lucette was sick with worry. The sounds of fighting had gotten intense, even over the rain, and the pixie feared that Bae-Syl and her children would come back injured. She had been busy pulling in extra supplies to help those that had been injured. She came in butt first, dragging in more furs and herbs upon them. She hadn’t noticed that Dorian had slipped into the den before her, only realizing her brother was there once she released the furs and let her tongue loll out of her mouth. Moving so much with a smaller body was more work than she cared to admit. She lifted her head, looking around, and the scent of blood hit her nose.

“Dorian!” She had seen the injury just before he moved the rag to his cheek. Anger caused the fur on her body to bristle as she moved to his side immediately. “Here, remove the rag. Lean down and let me clean it.” Just who had crossed their border? And had all the fights been so… savage? Worry mingled with the ragein her eyes. She hoped that her family gave whoever would hurt them hell.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

The fight between herself and Gilgamesh had ended in her defeat and, while she had retreated from the battlefield proper, Haydée continued to linger in the area and watch events play out. Green eyes darken as she watches her mother maim a pup, only to be attacked by another Raider and maimed herself. A colorful Raider launched themselves at Dorian and she winces in sympathy as he retreats with a large, ragged wound on his cheek. Even hurt, he summons the injured to himself and retreats towards the caves and the young Leader couldn’t be prouder of him.

Haydée watches for several more minutes as fights end and begin and she sighs to herself, knowing that there is much she will need do in the morning. Finally, she abandons the field, retreating to where Dorian had disappeared so that she could check on him. Furs, herbs, and various equipment are laid out in the cave and the muddy young woman finds her older sister tending to her brother. Grit still stings her eyes but, other than matted, dirty fur, the Leader is unharmed. Quietly, she moves up to the pair, and settles near them, silently offering her paws if they are needed.

With a warm smile at her injured sibling, Hay gently says, “You did great Dorian! I am so proud of you.” Red, irritated eyes sparkle with genuine love and gratitude as she gazes up at him, the beaming smile that she offers, meant as encouragement. Green eyes slide over to Lucy and her smile falters as she tries to think of how to explain the situation that had happened to her sibling. Finally, she softly says, “The Raiders attacked and Ethne answered. Bae-Syl fought valiantly but I think you should tether him to your den for a few days.” Brows lift in unvoiced laughter as she suggests tying the male down, knowing that he shouldn’t have been on the frontline but still grateful that he had been.

After a few moments, Haydée drops a bombshell, “Mom maimed a pup.” She gives voice to the issue that will occupy her waking moments for the next several days to come as she attempts to figure out the proper course of action. A sigh falls from her lips as looks to her siblings, ready and willing to help tend the wounded as they come.


"Haydée Kedieo"

The past seasons had been hard for the small wolf who had been working hard to feel capable like her siblings, she had come to slowly understand that there was something wrong with her, learning seemed much harder than others. And that gave her tons of insecurities which she tried to hide but failed plenty of times. But her loving parents and siblings had helped her slowly feel better but she was far from totally fine. The raid news was bone-chilling for the red-coated female. Hoping her family was okay. Shyly but certainly she had come to help momma with the injured, helping with small things such as bringing herbs and handling anything the more seasoned healers might need. She sat down there, waiting for instructions of how she could help. speech