Undertow

The trio walked slowly. Resin never rushed the smaller wolves in the slightest. Whatever stops they needed to make to adjust or simply rest, she was willing to make. Sota seemed like a respectful little man. The mix of pride and humility that he showed was promising. He seemed eager to repay the kindness that was being bestowed upon him and that was perfectly fine with Resin. There was always work to be done.

Once they reached Meadows healing hut Resin ushered them inside. There were stacks of furs spaced out for those that required healing. "Hello him to some furs, Percy. I'll call the healers." Back outside, the ashen woman called for Luta and Meadow. Broken ribs would require expertise that a less skilled healer just wouldn't have.