Before the decision had even been made to go to Taviora, Sen had made his own decision for himself; in his younger years he had been avidly interested in the healing arts, and because he knew that Taviora was fresh on it's feet they would need healers on hand. Not only that- but he would be able to keep his family safe and provide much as he could for them. While he was graceful and agile, a dancer on his paws- he lacked a lot of bulk that other wolves had which made it easy for them to take down prey. He had the speed, but not the weight to take down large prey- at least not without the help of others. Granted he was still a good hunter, but his true skills lied else where. The pale wolf had always had a mind for knowledge; learning things, experimenting with things, toying with things. And then he had been introduced to the art of healing herbs and remedies, of techniques and practices that had been handed down throughout generations. It had been brief, but it had been one of the best experiences in his life before coming to Moladion. Before he had met his lovely red lady, of course. He recalled most of the information, and simply wished to build upon it- to seek out another and perhaps learn from them or go on out his own to do so. He certainly was cabale of it.

And now, now that they were finally in Taviora and settling in he knew he would have the time and place to do it. After all- the packland was a lovely forested area, with plenty of plants and foliage to learn about and perhaps use. It was fall, the season in which everything dried out and could be gathered and stored for a later use. Hush and the children were at their chosen den site- and there had still been no sign of Reian. Kellin was still with them, for this the pale almost golden tinted wolf was grateful for, but he still worried for his daughter. For one so young she should not be on her own and if she even happened across another.. well, one never knew if another was friend or foe. Especially a young child such as the goldenpale little one, marked so vividly with her Mother's russet hue. He missed his child with the dark dark lavender gaze and would go out to find her himself if she did not return to them soon. But for now, he was setting to gather things of use- such as moss, poppy seeds, pine needles, and willow bark. The first two were an easy find, while the latter took a bit of work. He had just finished gathering branches of pine that he would then begin stripping when a sudden call reached his ears.

It was Coza, and he was calling for a healer. Perking his ears forward, he listened for but a moment before tossing the last few branches onto the pile he had already collected. He wasted no time in leaning down to grab his bundle from the soil a few feet from where he had been working. Already he had a small make-shift pouch of otter skin- it was waterproof and thus kept his supplies neat and dry. But it was not a fresh pelt and so was not the best, but would suffice for the time being. Following his senses and the trail of his Alpha and friend, the sight he comes across doesn't even have him pausing but simply arching a brow. There was Coza, and then there was a wolf of silver and grey. They were bleeding freely- but the stranger wolf was more so than the darkly marked wolf. Of course his course is directly for Coza, his violet gaze roaming over the multitoned fourm and taking in anywhere there might be a possible wound. It had been some time since he had been in his element, but he took to it naturally, remaining calm and collected as he completed his assessment.

There was blood upon Coza's muzzle, his jaw, and left foreleg. There were splatters of crimson here and there, but they were dismissable. The simple concentration of the blood told Sen that these were where wounds lay- though the blood upon Coza's jaw was simply from the wounds inflicted upon the stranger. The thought of the silver and grey wolf had the healers gaze moving from his Alpha to the stranger for just a moment, before turning back to his task and focusing. When he spoke, his normally casual, neutural tone was firm and serious- no wound was life threatening but he wished to show Coza just how much he meant to him, and of course to Hush who would no doubt be worried sick if she saw their friend as he was now. 'I don't know what has happened here, Coza, but are you alright?' It isn't his place to question his Alpha and any activity he might partake in- but that doesn't mean he isn't concerned for what is both his leader and his friend. The stranger was quiet in front of them, and the pale wolf made sure to never turn his back on him.

With his gaze falling down and trailing along Coza's leg, he sighed softly at the sight of four clean gashes that did not look all too bad. They were bleeding still, but not too much and could easily be taken care of. Glancing up momentarily from his work, his voice is quiet and steady, because he knows his words are true. 'Coza- you've got a few clean cuts on your leg, but they should still be cleaned. Would you like to, or should I?' It was a genuinely curious question, one that had him tilting his slender and handsome muzzle ever so slightly to the side. He would do it of course for the Alpha, but if Coza so wished it he could do it himself. The rest and anything that he might need, Sen would do and get for him. No questions asked. This was a simple personal matter that some wolves preferred one way or the other. Of course- if this were a life or death situation, there would be no time to ask. He would simply do.

But different circumstances call for different actions, and thus there was the time for questions and such as one should always demonstrate when taking care of others. This was a rule learned early on, in the very beginning of Sen's interest in healing, and it was not one he planned to lose. Especially when those he would take care of would be his family, his friends- his pack. Allowing his bright violet gaze to wander up to Coza's face, he briefly glanced at his blood matted muzzle. 'Those are going to scar, a bit more than the ones on your leg. I can clean them for you and if they hurt too much I can cover them to help it fade away.' He had never been able to tell Coza much about his past life- nor any other wolf, really, even Hush. He kept most of it to himself, such was simply the way he had always been. But he wished to help now, to do what he could for the growing pack, the growing family that it felt like. If it was wished he would take a look at the stranger, even- but for now, his eyes were for Coza and Coza alone.