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

The male flinched at the sound of her voice, cringing away. For a moment she thought in fear, but then he pressed his paw to his head in indication of pain. She stood still a moment, chewing at her lip in concern. Ayer chittered softly in her ear in agitation, but she shushed the kinkajou. While both she and her companion could manage some general first aid from years of living with a healer and caring for livestock, she was no healer herself, and a headache as bad as this wolf's actions and words both stated was far beyond her meager skills. They were pretty near to Avalon's lands, though, and while the stranger was larger than her it wasn't by a lot. She could get him onto a makeshift travois if need be. "My pack is nearby," she told him in a carefully modulated volume to do her best not to hurt his head as she'd already done, "we have a healer who could help you. I could bring you to him if you are ok with that."