Undertow

Lúta was finishing up her border patrol when she heard Resin's call. Even though her primary role was as a healer since she was battle-trained she figured she may as well help out with the borders. Walking helped to clear her mind and get the blood moving plus it gave her a chance to check on how the native herbs were growing. When she heard the call of her alphess she barked to Raga to let the macaque know that they were shifting their course.

She arrived at the Hot Springs to the smell of a stranger leading right to Meadow's healing hut. "It's Lúta, I'm coming in." She wanted to announce herself just in case. When she slipped into the den she saw the stranger. A handsome little man that was bruised and scraped and looking like he'd been having a heck of a time. "Hi, my name is Lúta. Goodness, what's the situation?" Maybe someone could catch her up on what happened to the poor fellow.