Raid Healing

The raid had not gone well for the Armada wolves and the injured slowly make their way from the battlefield to where the healers wait. Blood coats Keahi’s face as she meanders along, eyes downcast as she ponders what this will mean for her and her budding relationship. Will Ruga still think she is still beautiful now that her face is scarred? The two red wolves have found something wonderful between them and she does not want to lose the big blacksmith because of her failings as a warrior.

Thoughts swirl in Keahi’s mind as the blood continues to seep from the jagged wounds on her right cheek, trailing down to her chin where they fall to the ground in thick, heavy drops. Pain flares along ruined nerve endings as she spies the white coat of Halo, one of the pack’s main healers, and the red wolf slowly moves toward her. Lifting her gaze from the ground, she dispels the worry from her mind and softly says, “Uh… can I get this looked out?”

A small smirk is on her lips as she turns her head to reveal the bleeding bites on her cheek, ready to do as the healer instructs.


"Keahi Mogotsi"