Draven split almost all of his time now between trying to be a good, albeit awkward father, and his duties as healer in training. Castel kept that busy, her regimen of herbs was strict and he had taught her exactly what she needed to take and when in case he was out gathering more plants and his trip took longer than expected. At least the pack was relaxed about this, the dark wolf often came and went from the borders even for days at a time in search of the herbs he needed and nobody blinked an eye. Because of this the den was incredibly well stocked, good enough that Draven was confident that come winter they should be okay.

With his nose buried in the herbs he had heard the approaching paws but had not been able to identify the wolf by scent. He also missed the telltale smell of blood that coated the air. Assuming it was Castel coming for her daily dosage he happily began pulling out the medicine that she needed and making a neat little pile for her. He was shocked when he raised his mossy green eyes and was met with the sight of Castel as expected but dripping blood from various wounds. Dropping the foliage he had been carrying he immediately gestured the leader in. Looking over her appearance he raised both eyebrows at her words, ”It’s worse than it looks?” The words were incredulous, how could this be worse than it looked if she was still walking and talking normally?

It didn’t matter, grabbing the chaga mushroom he had already pulled out for her he placed it at her paws. Castel would know what to do, she took this everyday. Today though it would have the dual purpose of boosting her immune system and slowing down the blood loss so he could make heads and tails of what was going on here.