Morwenna set the basket of medic supplies down by a rocky outcropping. The collection of steaming pools would do wonders for the aching and bruised Raiders as they won or lost their clashes with Obscura. She didn't understand their need to raid but it didn't matter as long as they all came back in one piece, or at least alive enough to put back together again.

She eyed the supplies she had brought, hopefully enough to tend and mend whoever came by and needed her. They all knew where to find her. She grimaced at the supplies for a moment. Her memory absconding to the time Dread came home from the last raid and she helped tend to his ear in one of the most brutal ways possible. He had been struck particularly harshly both physically and emotionally. And then he disappeared...

She was prepared to tend to similar wounds today, but she found herself wondering about them. Was she... growing attached? They weren't just wolves she had come across to then leave behind. She returns to them, she comes back and sees them again...

She can't think about it. Not when someone was about to arrive, they'd need all her attention.

Scald would have to admit that while his injuries weren't bad, they didn't exactly feel good either. His left shoulder was scratched up pretty good by the spikey armor of his opponent, and the heavy kick of a paw to his chest was sure to bruise for a few days. He felt it every time he took a step, his expression wincing as he made his way to where Wenna had setup a healer camp. The sight of her sleek features has him attempting to smile, but the smarting pain with every step was a tad overwhelming. Making his way to her, he unceremoniously sits himself nearby and presents his torn shoulder to her. "Got me pretty good this time," Scald admits with a cheeky smile as he lounges back, trying to rest and relax away some of the ache he felt in his bones. Scald Fallen

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She found herself fiddling with a leaf while she waited, her thoughts running around in circles trying not to think of certain things and trying to think of other things. It was why she moved and walked and traveled so much. Keep herself busy to keep her mind busy.

She didn't have to wait long as an unsteady rustling over the underbrush caught her attention. Her face melted into warm joy at seeing the dark painted male. Morwenna was just about to hop up to help him when he sat heavily down and presented his shoulder.

"Tsk tsk! I'm just glad you made it out!" She commented, grabbing a few of her supplies and bringing them closer to him. She leaned into his space and loomed over the wound of his shoulder. The scratches were pretty harsh, it would be best to clean them first.

"Let's get this cleaned out with some of the hot water." She grabbed a good tortishel bowl and dipped it into one of the round hot pools of volcanic water. These pools would be chock full of nutrients and chemicals that would do wonders on the skin. She wouldn't recommend drinking it for sure, she had some clean water for that.

"What did Kaija tell you before the raid? Was her info helpful?" She asked conversationally, knowing only that she had scouted ahead before the raid. She gently poured the warm water over the shoulder wound, letting him wince it out. Then took a clean cloth to drape over the shoulder and gently clean out any debris by wiping and sopping up the blood.