Turns out god hates me but its fine

Ásvor was hardly known for being a kind wolf, though when it came to her family and pack she had grown to be considerably softer and more apt to show kindness as she aged. Her version of compassion was a bit less soft and more straight-to-the-point - but it was still present and obvious, especially now as she studied Abilene and tried to decide how to best help her. She was bleeding, crying, and her breathing was labored - only ceasing her crying would calm her down enough for Ásvor to properly examine her, but telling her to do so wasn't the right approach, she knew that much. Some of her injuries seemed superficial, but some more serious. If she'd managed to walk this far, her leg was likely not permanently crippled, but judging the state of her eyes was much more difficult at the moment.

"We'll fix you right up," Ásvor lied gently. It was possible that some of her injuries could never be permanently repaired but the first step to healing was calming her down. Panicking wouldn't do either of them any good. "And punish whoever did this to you, if need be." Her words were deadly serious. Ásvor was a fiercely loyal wolf, and if Abilene was part of Fireisde along with her wife and son,  she was included in the circle of those she would protect.. and avenge, if need be. Whatever had happened made little sense to her right now, but she supposed in time the full story would be unveiled. "How well can you walk?" She asked her gently. Getting her to somewhere more secluded, like Ásvor's den, was likely the best option as she tried to clean her wounds and figure out what was wrong. There she would be able to access her herbs as well and decide what was best for treating her. Maybe something to calm her down was the best option. "Lean against me, if you're able. We'll walk together. I'll tell you which direction to turn," she added, aware that her vision was currently incapacitated. She hoped it wouldn't be forever, for Abilene's sake, but if that was the case she'd just have to learn to adapt. Wolves had survived worse.