Tending The Wounded

*Cael* · 10-31-2013, 10:21 PM

The ivory druid padded forward toward Aunt Erani's den. He could already smell several different scents in the den, but the one that stuck out the most was that of his brother. As he stepped into the entrance of the den, spotted the gray form of Alsander and he immediately altered his course to go to his brother. He would worry about finding his Aunt as soon as his brother had been cared for.

He breifly glanced to the three Tourtugans, dipping his head in greeting before focusing his attention on Alsander. "Brother, are you alright? How is the fighting going?" Cael was familiar with the layout of his Aunt's den already so he stepped away from his brother's side for only a moment while he listened to the gray brute's answer to get the herbs he would need to help him.

On his way back to Alsander with the small grouping of herbs in his muzzle, he happened to glance into one of the many alcoves and saw his Aunt tending on one of the wolves from the battle and his heart quickly sank. He hoped the rest of their fighters were fairing better than this one.

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