the strong and silent type

Gwynevere had hung near the back of the group when they arrived to the festival and hadn't really interacted with anyone since they arrived. She hadn't been sure about coming at all, but in the end she just used it as an excuse to go up to Boreas with a built in escort so that she could take a look for some herbs that were less common around Auster. She brought her satchel with her and Eilwen flew over head or rode on her shoulder. Once the tournament she slipped away from the crowd and went off into the lands near Ashen's territory. She had become slightly more understanding and accepting of fighting as a means of protection after all of the attacks that had happened on the pack in the last season or two, but just watching her brothers fight for sport didn't really sit well with her.

She was walking along the river that she vaguely remembered passing on their way down from Boreas when they moved to Auster. She and Eilwen had been having some pretty good luck so far with finding useful herbs, though she was going to have to find a lot more to justify coming all the way up here. Her mint and lavender marbled eyes lifted from the ground in front of her as Eilwen tapped her head to get her attention, her gaze landing on a larger boy about her age who had a large, white falcon sitting on his shoulder and was clearly quite injured. She immediately assumed giving his proximity to the ongoing tournaments that he was from one of the other packs and most likely been knocked out during his fight and her ears flicked with concern. He was a stranger, but she couldn't just walk past him and not offer her help.

Gwyn walked over to the young man, peering up at him shyly. "Um... excuse me, but would you mind if I treat your wounds for you?" She slipped the satchel off of her as she spoke, opening the flap that covered the top opening so she could pull out a few basic supplies without really waiting for his response. She'd stop if he asked her to, but otherwise she'd just assume she could move forward with sealing up the puncture wounds that had blood coating his leg.

Gwynevere | Eilwen