Storm
Storm flicks his ears, and regains three unsteady paws. "Sol, i'm over here." he says from the thick grasses around the fallen tree. His sightless eyes are bright with pain, tempered only with the dullness of failure and lonlyness. He limps around that fallen log with a mouth full of mary-gold and mint, unforturnately he can't find cobwebs...As if the pack needed a injured wolf Now, let alone a new one who was already a liability, nevermind that the Alphess had that same liability. She had rank, it was...excused. With a growl he re-makes an appearance.
Sol
Sol's ears are perked and he follows the scent of blood, and yes despair given from his best friend. "Storm, why'd you leave?" Those beautiful green eyes go wide when he sees his companion's shoulder and side. "Why'd you move!" he exclaims promptly moving to help the other by carrying him. "Come on, and dont loose those smelly plants of yours, never know when they'll be needed." a kind smile, because he knows that those 'Smelly Plants" had saved his pelt more than once. With efficiency, he carries his companion back toward the kill, and hunters. "You too, i need help."