Not my day

Corbie exchanged an inwardly concerned, though outwardly as neutral as possible, glance with her companions. Some lucidity seemed to be returning to the injured wolf, but hard on its heels came the appearance of amnesia. Whether it was just temporary confusion that would clear as the woman came out of shock or not, Corbie didn't have the knowledge to say - it further from her expertise than basic first aid was. "The cat brought you here," she told the stranger, making no comment on who it might have been attached to... for all she knew it really was a complete stranger to the other female as well as to her. She cleared her throat and continued. "We've never met before, but no one is a stranger in Avalon - any who wish may find this pack a place of refuge, and recovery. I am Corbie, the alpha here. I can assure you that you are welcome to rest here for as long as you need, or wish to."

Ayer had continued to wash the bloody head so they could see the extent, though she had to stop and duck a splatter of watery blood when the wolf shook her head. Corbie peered at it herself. It didn't look life-threatening for the moment, so she indicated to the kinkajou to bind it up with a pad of the gauze and a bandage until they could get her to Alarr. "We have a healer here," she told the woman soothingly. "He's a master at his craft. If we supported your weight, do you think you could make it a bit further so he can help your head?"