Tending The Wounded

Midnight tried to regain her feet but fell back to the snow 'come on now' she thought 'what happened to the wolf that walked cross country with an infected bear wound? You've gotten soft midnight, living with the pack has made you weak as a pup. Now up!' with a huff and a mumbled whimper she regained her feet stumbling slightly and landing against the women shoulder for a moment she stood taking a few deep breaths before straightening and getting her feet back beneath her, her breaths where a little rough but nothing too alarming. Most of her weight was balanced on her three legs but she still lent some against the dame Midnight was sure the women could bear her weight more fully, after all midnight was not a large girl, but she was determined to make way,at least for the most part, under her own steam. ?Thank you elder,? she intoned as they started the slow limp towards the woman?s den.

Midnights head had dropped again and she was counting the steps letting the women lead the way with slight adjustments to the pressure on her left shoulder, she let her mind wander and so it took her a moment to realise that the dame had asked a question, she shook her head in frustration and tried to lift it a bit higher, ?sorry, my names midnight, I come from the snow rouges and before that the old Glaciem under Gargoyle, I think,? she paused here uncertain, ?we may have met once before,? there had been a white dame she had thought came from Valhalla who had visited glaciem not long before its fall trying to teach those there about the herbs that cured but in her frazzled state midnight could not remember a name or even a face she wasn't even certain how old the dame had been, sighing in frustration she turned her head slightly, ?perhaps not, so what should I call you, I get the feeling you may be stuck with me for a while,? she tried for another smile, unfortunately it may have come out more like a grimace, still points for trying.

Reaching the smaller alcove was heaven they may not have travelled far but blood loss could be a pain and she was not as young as she had been when she had last suffered this much loss. She let herself fall onto her side leaving the wounds exposed any bruises on her other side would heal in their own time. Her eyes closed for a few moments before reopening just enough to judge who was coming into the small alcove.