Spare a cup of sugar?

Gwynevere hung back at the edge of the pack's territory as her pack mates went forward to begin their raid. She sincerely hoped she could avoid confrontation this time, but she knew that sometimes it was inevitable. She stayed out of sight until she saw some of the fights beginning to end and go one way or another. She knew that once she gave away her presence she'd only have time to help one of her compatriots before she risked being pulled into a fight herself so she knew she had to be strategic with who she went to get back to their paws. She was considering running over to Briar when she saw her sister in law get knocked down by the polar bear that seemed to be a part of the opposing pack, but a few moments later she saw Artorias be bested by an antlered, flame-marked woman and as soon as he disengaged from her Gwyn ran across to his side. Quickly she pulled a bottle of something to keep his energy up while she check him over for any wounds that might need to be bandaged. "Are you alright?" she questioned once he was standing and once she was sure he was ready to go again she backed away and started to retreat toward the edge of the battlefield to try and blend back in with the shadows.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"