The right thing for the wrong reasons

Lucretia answered Sirius' call dutifully. If healing was needed, she would gladly attend to anyone within the pack's borders who had hurt themselves. Friend, foe, or otherwise. The health of all creatures that passed their borders was Luce's cross to bear.

She arrived on the scene ready for anything, but was still a little perturbed at the sight and smell of a loner. He was in a bad way, and it seemed that Sirius had carried him a long way on the pelt. Belle arrived, pregnant and glowing. Lucretia inclined her head to greet the Empress, adding a pleasant smile to the gesture. Deathbelle was living proof of Ashen's thriving community, and it always pleased Luce to see her sister.

"What do we have here?" She asked, her brow furrowed. The shaman directed the inquiry mostly at Sirius, but it seemed that Belle had also encountered this stranger previously. The young male sprawled on the pelt was favoring one of his limbs and generally looked to be in a bad way. A more thorough examination would certainly be required, but she didn't want to move him just yet until she took stock of the situation.