Find your own way

Banshee watched with a curious gaze. As the stranger moved to raised himself into a seated position she couldn't help but to feel her hackles raise slightly. But, it was soon evident he was not moving in a threatening manner. She was still rather rigid but no longer felt the need to curl into a defensive stance. Her ears flicked gently as the male spoke and she offered a few glanced between the two Wolves. Banshee couldn't say she could pinpoint the smell on his fur to any family she new directly so there was no tracing his lineage or this proposed sibling. For all the Fatalis knew he could be fibbing. Due to this Ban was glad to hear her comrade inquire about his story and Banshee took that moment to suss out the wounds.

The fanged gal moved to grab the bundle of supplies before padding closer to the stranger. It was clear as she leaned over him that the primary wound was on his face. A hefty set of gashes along his left cheek and trailing down to the jaw. Her eyes studied the wound as her nose twitched slightly. Banshee sniffed for any sort of early infection and smelt none. That was good at least. But, the bleeding would need to be stopped. Thus, Banshee moved to grip some of the cobwebs she had brought and gently press them to the wound. It was a very old way of stopping bleeding. Later she would need to remove them to clean the wound but it would work for a few hours at the least. "The wound needs to be washed but that should stop the bleeding for the time being."