- Why do they think I never change, they're the ones that stay the same.
Hunting in hopes of filling his stomach, he was near the edge of the Sacred Grove investigating a couple holes for lunch prospects. He'd only just stuck his head into the darkness snufffling at the woodchuck scent when a deep toned howl echoed off the trees. Pulling his head out, he raised his neck while his ears perked forward listening to the call. They sounded urgent for a River wolf, but Triell had never heard this voice before. None the less something was wrong.
Pinpointing the call somewhere at Bramble Falls, he swiftly picked up his legs, propelling himself onward with what strength he had. He was afraid the call meant a pack mate of his was in trouble. Why else would a stranger call? Who, he couldn't say. When he reached the seen he would faintly remember Finn at the meeting. She was covered in blood. The coppery aroma was strong, whipping in his nostrils, threatening to gag him. It did not quite reek of death, but there was a lot on the smaller she-wolf. He looked to the large male, assuming he'd been the one who called. He crouched near Finn, not knowing her, but the ties of being both River wolves had him eager to help. "Finn?" He called, reaching down to lick her nose. Questions may come later, right now he needed to act. He needed some ergot, but that was likely in the Thicket or the Fireweed both very far away. Naira, he was no idea where she was or if she had any. She did have her old medical den. Taking her to Swift River seemed stupid. His golden orange tinted eyes shift to her wounds. He turned to the brute, "I might be able to get something to help her. We need to clean her up, keep her awake, keep her head up. "