Turns out god hates me but its fine

Lately Ásvor had been keeping to herself more than anything, though not for lack of desire to socialize. Not that she was a terribly social wolf to begin with, but even more than that Ásvor had been distracted, both by the wedding that had recently taken place and, more importantly, by her son and wife. Her focus had long ago shifted to revolve nearly completely on her and Valdis's life, and now Ulfr had been thrown into the mix and she was still adjusting to it. Getting to know more of Fireside wolves was something she recognized as important, even if less so than her immediate family.

Getting out and socializing wasn't really her goal for the day, but she wasn't opposed to it either. Taking a little walk to the orchard while she had some time this morning and seeing if any late summer herbs had cropped up recently sounded like a promising idea, though almost immediately as she headed that way she sensed something was amiss. A light breeze brought the scent of fresh blood to her nose, and she grew suddenly more attentive as she continued forward. After a bit of searching she heard Abilene before she saw her. It was initially impossible to tell just what was wrong with her, but she decided she likely wouldn't be able tell until she examined her more closely.

The healer in her instantly jumped to action. The more rational part of her wanted to urge her to stop crying (because crying never solved anything), but she knew empathy was an important part of tending to the sick and injured, so she'd push those thoughts aside for now. "Abilene, isn't it?" They'd never spoken directly but Ásvor was observant enough that she tried to pay attention to who shared Fireside with her, when she could, even its newest members. Abi was no exception. As she drew closer, the blood on her face was obvious, but her coat was coated in muck and made it difficult to immediately see what else was wrong. "Tell me, what happened?" Ásvor's voice was hardly unkind, though she clearly expected an answer nonetheless. This would be the first step to figuring out what she needed to do next.