Put On The Tea [Raid Healing]

It was out of character for her to be asking so many questions like this, not only to a stranger and a male, but to one who was part of the pack who was attacking hers. But as soon as she heard that her son was out there, fighting, she needed to know. After being gone for so long, she was feeling even more protective of them all, wanting to kick them all into a den and bar the entrance. She had cause them enough hurt and pain, all she wanted to do was protect them from anything else happening. Unrealistic, maybe, but a dream nonetheless. Eulogy blinked away her thoughts as the male spoke, her ears straining forward to hang on his every word. So not only was he fighting, but he had actually beaten this older male? A small flare of pride bloomed in her chest, but it was quickly replaced with a deeper seed of worry. He either ran, or was out there fighting another. Eu licked at her suddenly dry lips, feeling her tail tuck towards her belly for a breath before relaxing against her hocks again. Her boy, her little boy, out there fighting. The male said that Desolate was fine, but she would put little stock in his words until she would be able to see him for herself. Trust didn't come easy, she wouldn't even have wanted to believe him if he hadn't spoken of his looks perfectly. To the point of her boy being nervous, a pang of guilt stabbed her in the gut. Again, she knew that this was her doing. In the haze of the smoke and fire, she had unwillingly left her children behind to fend for themselves, and in that they all seemed to develop a bit unsure of themselves and their standings. It killed her to hear that, her head twisting away from the stranger and she blinked back the tears. Her children should all be strong and independent, not like the mess of a wolf that their mother was. Eu suddenly felt really sick, licking at her chops again as she turned away from the crowd with a curt nod. "Th-thank you," she whispered, returning to her earlier position at the edge of the clearing.

The black and white male's words of advice echoed behind her, but she hardly heard them through the twisting emotions going on through her own head. She caught that it was supposed to be a practice raid, but she put very little salt to those words. Those injuries were real, and this fight was real. There was nothing that screamed 'practice' from that. Regardless of the words of their leader, she had seen that wolves did what they wanted, when they wanted. Winterfell led an army into the frays of Abaven, with intent to hurt. Bitterness twisted her muzzle as it wrinkled upwards, eyes sliding shut. This was serious, and would cause rifts that would be hard to mend. Eulogy wasn't an unkind wolf by any means, but she would never forgive them for this. The female tuned out the conversation behind her, peeling open her blue eyes to peek into Serpent Plains. He had to come home, unhurt. They all did...