Raid Healing

Another raid. Halo knew the day was coming, but the question of when always hung over her head, around her shoulders. That was fine, though. This was fine. Believing that Hazel wasn't yet ready to return to actual combat duties, the pale healer kept the strong girl by her side, along with Dread and any of the pups that were so inclined. This was a way of life for the Armada, best they see it close up. That, and it was nice to have runners around to grab any additional odds and ends, so the experienced healers weren't tied up doing it themselves. The pirates had come deeper into the packlands than Halo was really comfortable with, and she arranged the healer's station to compensate.

The pale healer let go a call for any of the pack's additional healers, those that weren't already involved, to join her. Something told her that the next few hours, few days, would be awfully busy. All hands on deck, they'd need all the help they could get.

"Halo"