Chaos trotted further into pack lands, trying to ignore the ache of new wounds as adrenaline wore off. He could see the appeal of the northern lands here, the same appeal that had led him to claim Fenrir's Maw back in Crew's day. A harsh land tended to make tough wolves, and the icepack was one of the harsher environments on both continents. But the location didn't suit his goals. He needed to be down in the thick of things, nearer the center of the continent in the very hub of activity. He couldn't really drag the pack down south until he got an accurate headcount of who was staying and who was going, though, so he'd need to wait. The former alpha needed a chance to heal anyway - Chaos wasn't particularly fond of the idea of the older male dying because he'd wounded him and then force-marched him south without proper healing. Sure the guy had said he'd join up so it wasn't really forced, but Chaos still didn't need that sort of thing weighing on his conscience. The inconvenient little thing was weighty enough as it was. So with a groan he sprawled out on the deck of his temporary home to survey his temporary little ice kingdom. Maybe if he got lucky one of the healers would decide to stick around and poke at his wounds once they finished with Enrico's.

She had finished up with Enrico and had left him in her room to rest for a while, if he chose. Now she had one more job to tend to before she could safely relax for the day. She moved from room to room on the mission to hunt down the other male involved in the challenge, thier new alpha. This whole time she had been thinking back to Ivory Ridge to try and remember what the male’s name had been. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing when she approached him. She carried a small bundle of herbs with her, grabbing a few different ones depending on what exactly he would need. Inside the ship her search had come up empty so she moved on to the deck of the ship and from there it didn’t take her long to find him looking out over the territory. Once she saw him his name came to mind remembering it being said at one of the meetings. “Chaos, would you like me to tend to your wounds,” she asked her green eyes looking him over. "Talk" & 'Think"

A vaguely familiar voice spoke to him, drawing Chaos' attention to the unusually marked female who'd approached. It took him a moment to place the voice and the face despite the atypical markings. They weren't something you saw every day, that was for sure, but it had been years since he saw these ones and she'd been much younger back then. Only a yearling, maybe? He raked his mind for her name, finally unearthing it from the dark depths of memory. Ivory Ridge healer, that's right. She'd left when he took over from Raba. He gave her a wide, boyish grin. "Hey, sure. That'd be great. Delaney wasn't it? You were in Karabela's pack, back in the day. How've you been?" His wounds weren't terrible, bruises and a few punctures, one deep but clean slice on his foreleg and a notch in his ear. He refrained from a 'you should see the other guy' joke because she had just seen the other guy, and well, Chaos could be tactful sometimes too. When it mattered.

The wide boyish grin made a warm smile spread across her face. She was merely a yearling the last time she had seen him, young and naive. Although after the years of being alone before coming to Niente she had felt so drained of life without social interaction. Now she was thankful for a chance to be social with someone. She was vary glad for a friendly interaction and felt relieved that he seemed to remember who she was. She nodded her head as she approached to examine the few punctures and the slice that she could see. "Yes! Though that seems so long ago," she said. "I have been doing well, traveled as a loner for quiet a long time and tried to study herbs along my travels." She undid her bundle and carefully shifted through them to find her Horsetail and Trillium. The Trillium she would use to clean the slice and the few punctures he had. She would also use it on his notched ear. "Your wounds look fairly clean but I'm going to clean them with this Trillium just to be sure," she said before casually getting closer and cleaning the wounds. "So If I may be nosy, do you have any particular plans in mind so far for the pack?" Conversation would help pass the time as she treated him and really she was curious what plans he had for them. "Talk" & 'Think"

"You didn't miss much by leaving," he admitted wryly. "I didn't really ever get my footing as an alpha and I had this whole 'stick it to the man' thing going on but it turns out that's really hard to do when you ARE The Man. I couldn't cut it as an alpha with that attitude and I ended up cutting everyone loose." He sighed, wrinkling his nose. "I had a few kids of my own and I guess it made me grow up a bit," he added, chuckling, "because I realized that I had been going about being an alpha all wrong. Hoping I get it right this time. I let too many people down with Crew and it's been eating at me.

He shrugged, then glanced down at his wounds as she did. "Sure, Doc, what ever you think is best. I never did have the knack for healing stuff." He thought he knew how to recognize trillium, but had never thought to use them for healing. That had always been his mom and Vana's thing.

His plans? He chuckled again. "That's a complicated question. I'm not planning on changing a whole lot of the actual pack structure, but I don't plan on being quite so HARD TO FIND as it was before. A little more involved with the rest of the continent."

It didn't take her long to gently clense the wounds with soft movements, ears tuned into the words he had to say. He told her that the things didn't last long and his mind frame had not worked out like he thought it would. How it was eating at him that he went at it the wrong way and let everyone down. She could understand, she couldn't imagine how it felt to be in the position he had been. She was sure he would be a good alpha especially now that he had some prior experience. She was sure leading was a lot of trial and error if you have never been one before. She then took her horsetail and began to grind it against a small stone bowl in her pack making a paste out of it to apply it to his wounds. While grinding she listened to his plans, Which was not going to change much, but she looked to him briefly as he stated about being not so hard to find. She assumed this meant they would be moving. "We are moving then?" she asked before finishing creating her paste. "Please tell me it's somewhere warmer?" Though she had no complaints of this current area, she wouldn't mind at all if it was a warmer area. She missed the east from when she grew up. Her coat had adapted, but she would be glad for the move. She took the paste with her paw and gently smeared a good enough amount into the wounds. "Talk" & 'Think"

A soft grunt was his only reaction to her cleaning the wounds, taking the pain stoically and refusing to twitch and whine about it. His mom never would have put up with that sort of nonsense and would've pinched his ear and scolded if he'd squirmed around making a mess of her herbs when he'd gotten himself hurt. He sighed, and just grimaced when she pressed a ground-up herb into the wounds. "I grew up in a pack that laid claim to the Range, Buffalo Knolls, and the Orchard down in the south," he told her. "Those were my father's lands and the pack he had raised there was full of strong warriors. I don't see the need for a harsh land to make a wolf strong, and the good hunting there will let us spend that strength where it's needed instead of just surviving on the edge. I tried the 'harsh land, strong wolves' thing with Crew, you know, and it just didn't work out the way I'd thought it would. We spent most of our time trying to keep ourselves alive and warm and not enough of it training and building up the pack. So I'm going back to what I know worked, and claiming the Range and Buffalo Knolls to work on building up the strength I already know you guys have." He gave her a boyishly charming grin.