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As Lorcan had anticipated, the gathering of willow trees provided poor shelter from the heavy snow and freezing mountain winds. The agouti male awoke, bleary eyed and disorientated, curled up against the trunk of the tree that he had slumped against earlier that day. Golden eyes blinked slowly as they strained to focus on his surroundings and his heart sunk when he realised that all he could see past the snow covered trunks was even more vine-like branches of frosted willow trees.

For what seemed like a long time, the agouti male remained curled up at the base of the tree, his thick bushy tail tucked protectively over his scarred muzzle in attempt to keep warm. The situation seemed hopeless at this point. He knew that he couldn’t go on much longer; with no food and short periods of rest, he wouldn’t last more than a few more days out in the wild.

Lorcan closed his golden eyes, a sigh causing a cloud of white steam to slide out from between his dry charcoal lips. He knew that if he gave up now he’d most likely never see the coming spring, but if he kept going who was to say he would ever make it to his destination? It seemed the odds were against him either way, but still, he refused to give up. He was sure that if he just kept going he would find someone soon. He just had to keep moving.

On shaky limbs, the agouti male struggled up to stand and slowly, after placing one paw in front of the other, he found that his aching paws were still able to walk. The movement made him dizzy though, and so he pressed his dark lashes together into thin slits, barely looking where he was going as he stumbled forwards absent-mindedly through the willow trees.

Lorcan didn’t know how long he had been walking for when finally a pungent scent reached his nose and snapped him back to reality. Confused and disorientated, he instinctively moved his way towards it, golden eyes guiding him through the blurry maze of snow, rocks and trees – until he tripped and stumbled, tired legs unable to bare his weight any longer, the male tumbled part way down a steep verge before slumping to a stop against a large boulder. A weak groan left his throat in recognition of the impact, before everything faded to black…

Lorcan is unconscious. He has numerous fresh scratches on his muzzle and some bruising to his right ribcage.

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Medic dem 1/3

A stranger, yet another, had trespassed her border. The call already brought her moving quickly into the direction of the call that when Sven's sounded, declaring that medical attention was needed if her, she was close. Ravenna picked up the pace, knowing now that this was not just a situation Sven or Odin could handle, but one that might require her specifically.

When she arrived, Adeltra, Sven and even Leotie was on scene. Sven was at a lay, wrapping himself around the tawny stranger which breathed yet did not move. It was easy to tell what was wrong with him - winter was sucking the life out of him. Ravenna had seen it too many times, in her sister, in her father, in her aunt... Knowing so much of her family had died in the winter made her feel as though this wolf at her door was already doomed. But she'd try.

"Del - Leotie," She snapped the names quick to gather their attention, "You two are the most swift of us." (Beside little @Kip, but she had not yet come to the show.) "Run back to the den and grab some things for him. Adeltra grab one of the pelts and Leotie, the Chaga mushrooms... I know you know them well." Ravenna could not help the small smile, having nearly shoved those mushrooms down her mouth a time or two. The mushroom should do him good to increase his blood flow and immune system, while the pelt would provide extra warmth for him. She had Arnica and Aconite too, but decided not to leave Leotie to carry the whole collection with her, at least not on a wolf they knew nothing about. While Ravenna was not happy this man had stumbled into their territory and in doing this, brought his problems with him, Ravenna was no evil wolf, either. Even if it's meant using some of their winter storage, she would do it to try and save the stranger if only with a hope that it would be worth it in the long run to do so.

"I'll be right back..." She then spoke to Sven, deciding that while the other two gathered something to warm him and help cure him, Ravenna would make way to one of the nearest caches, knowing some food would do the thinned wolf some good as well. Digging out one of the caches, she found nothing but a half eaten muskrat, the vague scent of Romanov still present. It would do for now. Grabbing it, she headed back to Sven and the stranger not far off, settled the kill down somewhere near the unconscious wolf's muzzle, sat down, and waited. After a moment, she turns to her cousin. "Do you know him?" She asks curiously.

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The scent of muskrat drifted up his nose and caused his dark nostrils to flare – the first sign of movement since he had passed out.

When Lorcan came to again, he acted as if time had not passed at all. The groan that he had made before falling unconscious began to vibrate again within his throat, causing a faint croaky-sounding moan to rise up out of him as he suddenly began to stir. Pale brows pinched together, and his dark lashes clenched shut in discomfort, as he winced weakly in response to the pain that now throbbed at his right side where his thin body had collided with the boulder.

Lorcan's dark lashes fluttered open and his blurry golden gaze immediately fell on the muskrat that now lay directly in front of his muzzle. For a moment the hungry male sniffed at it curiously, his mouth watering. Instinctively he attempted to shuffle himself closer towards it so that he could grasp it in his jaws. However as the agouti male tensed the muscles in his slender limbs in order to move away from the cold, hard surface of the boulder he had fallen into, he suddenly felt his sore paws press up against something soft, warm and furry.

Lorcan's frown deepened and his muzzle wrinkled in confusion for a moment before he finally thought to glance around him. Golden eyes widened as they strained to focus on the two silver figures that were suddenly hovering over him. Startled, Lorcan yelped and jerked his head back, his body flinching as he instinctively tried to scramble away – but to no avail – his legs refused to work. Struggling with all his might, he squirmed around to eventually roll onto his back.

All four paws and his tail tucked up against the pale fur of his belly as he released a desperate whine, the whites of his eyes showing as he pushed his ears back and pulled a fearful grin. Finally focusing on the bright silver stare of his closest captor, he squeaked out a weak bark and dragged his tongue across his grinning lips.

Please don’t kill me.

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