He tries his best to hide the worry that laces him but with Ruvindra covered in blood it's kinda hard for him, he has seen blood before on wolves, he knows the pain involved with such wounds, he knows though that he should not show this worry to his children, should make sure they know that every thing is alright. He nods his head towards Wraith and gives the boy a nuzzle to try and calm whatever nerves were being frayed by his own panic. "Yes, yes she is, you've done well Wraith your a good son" he says with as much optimism as he can force into his voice "not entirely, but do not worry about your mother. She is strong," he says this more to Wraith but really he's trying to calm himself, to tell himself that she is alright, that every thing will be alright.

She tries to rise and he rushes to her side just as she collapses "do not speak, it will only stretch them" he says to Ruvindra hopeing she'll understand he means the wounds, they where deep and blood lined the ground under her. As she speaks to Wraith about finding his brothers he looks to Wraith quickly "Vain should be close by, he was with me when I entered Iromar" he said softly and looked back to Ruvindra as their son left to scout for his siblings. "You are not fine Ruvindra," he said almost in a stern if not hushed voice, though he is more worried than angry with her. "Look at me, just look at me will you" he said turning his body so that he was on her opposite side, she was hiding and he did not enjoy this game. "Vidar?" he asks with questioning eyes, was that who had done this to her? "Luck has never been something I believe in Ruvindra, luck has nothing to do with it. If I can't see your wounds I wont be able to tell what I need to help you out."

There was anxiety, worry and a bit of impatience filtering into his words as he spoke, he'd need some cobwebs... perhaps some Skullcap or St. John's wort... hadn't he seen skullcaps around here? "Whatever the case is, might we not try to heal you first and then figure out who the fuck did this to you so that I can pour poison into their water source?" he wasn't the type ot fight openly, but use of certain herbs and poisons had been mainstream in the pack that he'd survived. When he hadn't been dreaming or dealing with whatever Ishtar wanted him to deal with, he had been scouring the landscape of Iromar and sneaking into other lands to source out materials he could use in whatever healing was needed within Iromar. A mystic was many things to a pack, not always a bringer of doom though he had been more apt with dreaming then herbal remedies. He stood there staring down at her with waiting eyes. For just that word that would send him off to the small cubby he'd left his divining materials in, and often where he'd sleep when he dreamed away from the children and Ruvindra.

Vainglory on the other hand was happily trapsing around Iromar, hoping puddles and other such things so that his coat didn't get tangled or dirty, he was making his way towards where their den was, intent on a nice light snack before continuing on his adventure when he ran into Wraith, who.. by the looks of it wasn't in the best of moods. Something was up. "Wraith! I think I saw someone taunting a gator over by the water, you wanna come with and see if he will fall in and get eaten or live to taunt another day?" he said as he slowed his movements to stand near his equally white brother. His nose tipped to the air as he took in the scent of an unknown male "is mom back? I wanna get a snack before I head out again, do you smell that? its.... different..." it wasn't just the male that he was smelling though, it was the metalic tang of blood in the air that caused him to halt his movements completly and look around.

"this is how he talks."
the voices of mom, duchess and charming.
paldor's own thoughts.