you don't tap out

The call for a raid was a perfect excuse to slip out and poke around the pack territory without anyone harassing her in the process. She liked Demelza well enough that she hardly wanted to get the girl in trouble, so she had slipped out while she was busy... cleaning or something.

The distant call of ocean birds was what drew her out, the tang of salt in the air smelling almost like home, were it not for the frigid bite in the wind. Distant splashing caught her ear, and she supposed her time free was drawing to a rapid close as seafoam eyes fell on a woman as small as her big sister, and so she knew to not underestimate her ferocity. "That looks nasty, yer need assistance?" After all she wasn't sure if she was meant to be helping all the wolves in this pack or just mister flaming stick up his ass, and having been raised surrounded by healers, she knew her way around cleaning a wound. Surely it was best to query, just in case...

"speech"