Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Rœkia took a moment to catch her breath as the girls spoke with each other. She opened her mouth to speak but only hissed in pain from the wound on her cheek. The adrenaline had pushed it from her mind but now she could feel the warm, sticky blood matting her fur. Ack… She reached up a paw to touch it and saw her paw pads stained. She was going to need to do something about this. Blood might attract other predators besides a face wounds propensity to bleed. Not to mention the horned girl had a similar injury. "Hey Lukina, get my herb bundle off the travois. I need to treat this. Behave and I'll give you a lesson on yarrow. The leaves make an excellent poultice to stem bleeding and help ward off infection." Packing a simple poultice over the wound would work for now. She'd heard of some warriors packing dried leaves directly into serious wounds but she had some fresh and would prefer that instead. She glanced at the other girl. "I can help you with your wound as well. What's your name? I'm Rœkia."