Morwenna set the basket of medic supplies down by a rocky outcropping. The collection of steaming pools would do wonders for the aching and bruised Raiders as they won or lost their clashes with Obscura. She didn't understand their need to raid but it didn't matter as long as they all came back in one piece, or at least alive enough to put back together again.
She eyed the supplies she had brought, hopefully enough to tend and mend whoever came by and needed her. They all knew where to find her. She grimaced at the supplies for a moment. Her memory absconding to the time Dread came home from the last raid and she helped tend to his ear in one of the most brutal ways possible. He had been struck particularly harshly both physically and emotionally. And then he disappeared...
She was prepared to tend to similar wounds today, but she found herself wondering about them. Was she... growing attached? They weren't just wolves she had come across to then leave behind. She returns to them, she comes back and sees them again...
She can't think about it. Not when someone was about to arrive, they'd need all her attention.
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