Find your own way

Banshee had been organizing her weapon collection as the other reaper competitor came by. Concern was written across the other's face and Banshee did not hesitate to act. The yearling gathered up a large leaf full of herbs and cob webs. A potentially injured Wolf outside of their borders would require a bit of tending to but she would be hesitant to help if it was some sort of ploy. Banshee was a naturally cautious being after her experiences with untrustworthy Wolves. The world was a cruel place and she had no time for getting caught in some sort of trap. Ban was glad Tamsyn had retrieved her for that reason.

With the bundle between her jaws she approached the situation with slightly narrowed eyes. Banshee put the bundle down beneath some brush before moving slightly closer. She exchanged the glance with her new comrade before offering her own tones, "Who are you and do you need medical assistance?" Banshee would waste no time getting to the bottom of the situation.