Healers Promise

He was troubled, as he waited for privacy to fall around the small group. Not because he was essentially alone now with a group of wolves that had garnered a less than savory reputation for themselves, though he was aware of the risk he was taking. No, he was concerned with his mother and the seemingly irrational hatred she held for these wolves she'd never met before today. It wasn't healthy, and he wondered if it would be out of bounds for him to speak with his father about it...

Of the three enemy wolves, the young white male was the worst off from bloodloss, and would need to be tended immediately, but the white male's mother was not much far behind. "Can you clean around her wound please, so that I can see it?" he requested softly of the gray male with the facial wounds, before turning his attention to the white male. "May I examine you now? What's your name anyway?" he asked conversationally, to keep the male's attention as he frantically dug through his memory to think how best to proceed with no herbs and no formal training. He glanced around, his eyes finally lighting on a hazelnut tree and lit up. Of course! Hazelnut poultice for the wounds, and the willow tree would provide a pain reliever, even if it was mild... It wasn't much, but it was something, so if he could just stop the bleeding he could make sure all three of them would make it to a real healer.