The first rule of healing was to be calm and reserved. It only worsened the pain when an injured wolf saw others panicking. The second rule was to stay safe -- it was often best to distance oneself from a sick wolf, especially in case of infection. But she watched Novel writhe and shiver, obviously afraid and confused. A whine left her lips, her tail twitching uncomfortable behind her. "Elohim," she started, her voice quivering. "Can you go find Song? Please?" He could likely move more quickly than her, and she suddenly didn't want to leave Novel alone here.
Finally she moved forward beside Novel's companion, unable to watch helplessly as Novel lay there, her breathing heavy and her body tense. With only the smallest bit of hesitation she would lower herself at Novel's side, pressing against her. Her scent was familiar and she welcomed it, even though it had changed, possibly due to whatever sickness plagued her. But it seemed right to comfort her, even if it would put herself at risk. Another soft whimper would escape her lips as she moved to groom Novel's cheek, avoiding the blood that caked her face but wanting to soothe her regardless -- for she felt utterly helpless otherwise.
