A groan would part the laced lips as the pain on the shoulders would never decease since the fight that she lost by a mere thread. Anger would boil through the veins before the Siren would stand in the snow and simply call for her healer to work the magic and make sure everything was alright. The last thing Renesme wants is her wounds to get infected and with that, she'd wait. Silently and patiently for the woman to arrive. The twin pools would scatter across the scenery in the search to find nothing as of yet. A sigh would escape as the tail would tap against the pale earth. It took only a few moments before Renesme would be striding up and down, not particularly feeling comfortable and wanting simple walk the pain of. OOC: Short post, im sorry>.< Speech Thought Others

When the summoning howl caressed the air, she had been scouting for some herbs, but mostly jobless and welcomed the summons, though she had an inkling feeling that someone was hurt. What happened? The fleeting thought danced around her mind. Turning in a fluid motion, the dame set off at a quick pace, snatching some herbs from the pile as she went, basic ones for healing minor wounds and pain, she had a feeling that she would need them. Her walk would seamlessly flow into a trot, before a steady lope as she carried herself towards the sound. The wolf she would see was not one that she recognized, so she would stop a small distance away, and dip her head to the other. "Eris, Curer of Glaciem, at your service." With those words, she would walk closer to the woman, examining her wounds through golden eyes. Waiting on permission to get to work. THANK YOU YUMPY MY LADY LUMPY Speech,

The looming figure would cast into view with herbs grasped between the jaws. Renesme would halt, her muscles tensing as the green hues would stay glues upon the woman, she seemed distant and with that the oracle was rather taken aback. the soothing words would spill from parted maw and with that Ren would relax and watch as the distance would slowly close. " Renesme Capriana member of glaciem, and if you don't mind could you check these wounds, im afraid that they may get infected if there not treated properly." Her outrage with the whole thing made perfectly clear as it'd be filled inbetween the words.. Stepping forth the tiara would dip down, weaving through the faint wind to perform a nod in greeting. A smile would curl upon the lips knowing that all curers have kind natured souls. Something perhaps Renesme would need to adapt to. The sting of the wounds would be ignored the best that they could, they where pretty deep and it would be shown clearly. Canttina was left of in worse shape but for some reason, renesme had to give in, her pain screeched for her to stop. the opposing woman definatly had herself in more battles, seeing how she'd cope with a broken toe as if It where nothing at the time. Speech Thought Others

She would nod slowly at the dame introduction and words, a warm smile on her jaws, as she moved forward, setting the herbs on the ground, she would examine the wounds carefully. The thought prickled at her, prodding her mind. What had happened to her pack-mate? Gently using her tongue to clean the wound, the strokes light, and removing the blood from the wound, she paused in her work and spoke. "What happened Renesme? Were you attacked?" Pulling away to look at the dame, she began chewing on the herbs, working the bitter herb into a poultice, that would prevent infection. Taking care not to swallow any of the herb she worked quickly and quietly, while waiting for an answer, already wondering how she should report the wound to Isardis. If the dame was attacked, there was a problem, either way their king needed to know of all wounded. Speech...