What Doesn't Kill You /May/ Make You Stronger

Corbie occasionally made it a point to do quick patrols through neighboring territories, to get a sense of any dangers to Avalon before they got too close to plan for. Predator loads, droughts, signs of other wolf groups moving on them, that sort of thing. That was what she had been doing when she spotted another wolf, dark and red, weaving oddly. She had paused to watch alertly for a moment in caution only to see the wolf suddenly seen to collapse. Alarmed, she increased her pace and changed her course enough to bring her to the stranger's side. Her natural compassion was tinged with wariness - the last injured wolf she had taken in had betrayed them to a band of marauders after healing - but she couldn't just leave someone in trouble. It wasn't in her nature. "Are you all right?" she asked him as she came within reach, stretching a paw towards him but not quite touching. It might have been a silly thing to ask since the stranger had collapsed so was clearly not all right but she needed to see if he was responsive before she tried to help. The wolf's ribs still rose and fell so at least she knew he was still breathing.