One hell of a night

Misha would look at the male when he would speak to Misha, telling her how she would quickly need to find a healer. This task would be a challenge for her, but her pack deserved the best. And, for now, Misha will have to be the one who gives the best she can to Elli and Ritsuka at the moment. The small woman would stand up and leave the den, a worried sigh escaping her inky black lips. She would look up to the sky, whispering a soft prayer into the wind. "I will not give up on you, Elli and Ritsuka," she would say, making a promise to herself and to the two wolves most dependent on her at the moment. Misha would blink and head off in a northern direction, ebony nose seeking out a scent, red brown bathed ears listening for any movement, sapphire blue eyes seeking out any possible help.