Till the Clutches of Death Come~Semi-Lit, Accepting.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"I can see why you never took a mate, Raverica," said Hellfire jokingly. She tore away another strip of meat and chewed, swallowing the tough meat with a grimace. Then she placed a paw over the bare bone where it had been and began gnawing on that, enjoying the crunch of it under her strong teeth.

[Fat Unicorn]

"I am Judaric, Alpha Male." Judaric answered, then stepped inside the Med.Den. "Would you like me to show you around, fill you in on our current situation?" he asked, Sasha would fit in easily, she seemed easygoing to him. She might even replace the Elder.

"They are only thristy for power, blood, and a mate. I shall only grant them bloodshed, but not the other options." Ravarica replied, in the middle of trying to unledge a bone which had stuck fast. Fawns were usually soft, but this one was already tough. Maybe because of the exposure to sunlight.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"I never actually thought I'd say this," replied Hellfire, looking up from her meal, "But don't you think we've had enough bloodshed for the moment? We lost several of our senior warriors yesterday." She looked away from Ravarica, going quietly back to her meal after saying her piece. She knew it had been above her place to speak so, but it had to be said.

[Fat Unicorn]

Ravarica snarled in disbelief as she tore her bloodied fangs away from the fawn, still trying to get the bone out when Hellfire said her comment. "You speak wise words.... those seniors... taken down easily? My throat thirsts more than ever for Judaric's blood. We shall avenge their death!" Ravarica was in a stupefied shock; why had no-one told her this until now?

[The Royal Mirage]

Delano's eyes opened as he awakened, as boring and monotonous as the tick of a clock. He let out a routine yawn before standing and stretching. His leg burned something fierce and, upon closer inspection, he hadn't wrapped it properly and the wound had begun to fester. He frowned and stood, limping out of his den and swiveling his east. There was the unharmonious beat of a wolf in camp, but their vibe was close to Judaric's so he paid it no mind. He then went to the river and unwrapped his wound so he could wash it.

[paradox.]

Sashba nodded. "Yes Judaric." She looked at some wolves.Some wouldnt make it but others wounds didnt seem that bad. How did all these wolves get injured anyways? She walked behind Judaric watching everyone and making mental notes in her head about which wolves would need treatment first.

[The Royal Mirage]

Delano bent his teeth to the moss covering his wound, pulling it off gently and almost wincing at what he saw. The deep gash was dark and open, and smelled like a rotting carcass. He stuck it in the clear water, resisting the urge to wince as his wound was washed clean.

[Fat Unicorn]

"You don't have to say 'Yes Judaric', I'm not your father," he chuckled, leading Sasha through the long, spear shaped den. "If you need any herbs, they are at the back, organised in ABC's on the shelves. If you need restocking, just tell me which ones and I'll got fetch them for you, or you could do it yourself if you want." Judaric offered, pausing at the foot of a injured hunter uneasily, who was whimpering slightly. "He's been like this ever since we took him off the battlefield. Do you know anything that could help him?" he asked, eyes shining with hope.

[The Royal Mirage]

Delano pulled his foreleg out of the cool water. It definitely looked better than before, no doubt about that. Marigold... he just needed some marigold. He fund some on the outskirts of the pack territory and devised a poultice, laying it over to wound before wrapping it up in moss again. There, that's more thorough.

[paradox.]

Sasha observed the hunter. He had gashes and bruises but nothing else seemed wrong. "His problems seem to be on the inside. He was on the battlefield so we should clean out those wounds also and put some marigold in case to prevent or stop infection." She was mumbling to herself watching the poor hunter. She continued mumbling something about herbs and naming them off. She looked at Judaric and moved to the back shelves. She took herbs off of them and padded to him To her this was like a test of skill to see if she was worthy of helping this pack. She did her best to heal his wounds and tried to help his ailments.