Burned my hands

"Speech!"
The woman had seldom found rest late at night, often succumbing to sleep during the early dawn for a few hours at most. Though she was in her den regardless, sorting various herbs and tools that she always kept on hand. She might not be a healer, but she knew how to treat various wounds from her youth and caring for her daughters ailment and early kidnapping, not to mention keeping Terror, Phantasm, and herself alive when they had all been so very ill some months back. She hadn't expected to need these things however, at least not tonight. She wanted to be prepared. What if someone tried to hurt her children? Her husbands?

Suddenly, ravens flocked into her den. Her two beloved circled around, cawing and repeating words that they had learned. Erebos and hurt and blood repeated above her as the birds cawed and circled. She briefly panicked, argent eyes widening as they relayed what they had seen. How ironic was it that she had everything strewn about before her, ready to be stuffed into a pack and carried to where they would be needed most. Her heart pounded with fear- why? That wasn't important now, taking care of her own was.

Without much thought, she threw everything into the pack and slung the strap over her head and stepped through with a single paw. Looking towards her ravens, her tone was serious but laced with fear. "Take me to him," she said and followed them out of the den. It felt like forever before she got to him, but it had barely been over a few minutes. She could smell the familiar tinge of copper and iron before she could see him, and when she finally could, she rushed to him faster than she had rushed through the woods.

She didn't need to ask who had hurt him, the scent was all over him. Not in the way that it had been before, but it was still there. That bitch, she mentally cursed, lip curling into a snarl subconsciously as she approached him. Her eyes scanned him, the wounds upon his face and chest, though despite the anger on her face... there was worry in her eyes, though it too was mixed with anger.

"I'll kill her," she snarled without realizing it was aloud. "How dare she, she doesn't know who she's messed with; she will pay," she mumbled as she ducked and dropped the pack to the ground, seeking to immediately treat his wounds and stop the bleeding as she dug through the pack, ultimately just dumping it onto the ground as she couldn't find what she was looking for fast enough.

"We must stop the bleeding; here, hold this against your face while I work on your chest," she instructed and grabbed a cleaned fleece and quickly dusted some crushed yarrow powder into it before pressing it against his cheek gently. Once he did as she instructed, she began to prepare materials to clean his chest wound.