Not my day

The hideous yowling of a small cat of some sort caught Corbie off guard as she was lifting a log in place for Ayer to tie to complete one side of a guard shelter on the border. Without her attention, the log dropped, banging her on the shoulder on the way down and earning a tirade from Ayer. But she, Tam, and Ren, who had been holding up the other side, exchanged a grim glance. That didn't sound good, at all. Corbie swung the kinkajou up to her neck without a word, taking off for the part of the orchard the sound had come from. At the sight of the bloodied, wandering black-and-blue wolf staggering through the orchard, Corbie cursed out loud. She sent Tam off at a sprint with Ayer clinging to his neck for what first aid supplies they could rustle up, and hopefully Alarr as well though she thought that he might be out hunting and didn't want them to take the time to track him down if he wasn't there.

Corbie was careful to approach the stranger from where they could see her - if she could see her, with the way her eyes were so glazed Corbie wasn't sure. But the cat on the injured stranger's shoulders would be able to, for sure. She made soothing noises as she approached, gesturing for the injured wolf to slow down, to stop. "Easy, easy, take it easy now. You're in Avalon's lands. We're going to make sure that you're taken care of. You're safe here."

Tam and Ayer reappeared at that moment. The collie was breathing hard, the kinkajou clinging to his neck with three hands and her tail, cradling a first aid pouch in the other foreleg to keep it safe. "I couldn't find Alarr at the barn," Tam panted, "but I barked for him to meet us there, so if he's close enough to hear, hopefully he'll be there."

"Thank you, Tam," she said feelingly. Turning her attention back to the stranger she added, in the same soothing voice she'd used before, "You have a cut on your head. Will you let my friend here touch you? We need to stop the bleeding and see how bad it is." She let her gaze take in the cat atop the stranger's back as well, in case the stranger was too addled from the wound to give her own consent.