Sen is still silent and patient for the permisson of his Alpha to make his move when the female wolf barrels into the scene. She is cool and calm though, simply radiating years of experience with her visage. Dark violet take in the scene of her as she watches them each in turn- her expression instantly softening when finding Coza. This is rewarded with a slight arched brow on Sen's part, curious to who this might be to his friend and leader. Someone special, or perhaps just a close friend? Only one way to find out, really. But this calm female impresses when she finds the fourm of the stranger, her lips curling back as a snarl is torn from her chest and she is given to glare daggers at him. The pale male knew that if anyone had ever touched his Hush in such a way- he would feel such as the female was now. So perhaps the two were more, indeed. And then her eyes are on him and he feels his chin raising just a tad. They had not met, but, the wolf had an idea of who she was. And so he would find out.

He waited until she spoke to Coza and moved to lick his wounds before taking a small step forward. If this wolf was who he thought she was, then he had nothing to worry about in terms of her taking care of his Alpha and dearest friend. But he simply wanted to make sure. 'I am Sen, my lady. Who might you be?' His voice is its normal charming sauve, slightly tenor in pitch and easy on the ears. It was a voice used in the past for easy sweet talking and superb acting, but a voice now used for reason and purpose. He had a place, he had a home- he had a family and it was more than he had ever hoped to gain. It still astounded him to this day that he had all that he did. And he would make the most of it- every last moment of it. The slight lapse in his thoughts is pushed out of mind when Coza's accented voice came to Sen's senses. He was asking him to tend to this other, this stranger. The one who he had faught in the first place.

It was not a surprise to the palely marked male- it was like Coza to wish to help all that he could, regardless of their past or even their present. He saw the good in all and this was one of the main reasons Hush and himself enjoyed the bi-coloured male so much. He was simply a good- a pure soul. Turning his violet gaze on the stranger at last, Sen is observant in his actions and appreciative. As with Coza, the wounds are obvious by the amount of blood, but not any one appears or seems to be life threatening. And then he is talking- not even speaking to Sen but at him. The tone of his voice, and his word choice has the healers dark lip twitching ever so subtly in the corner. Whether it was of a smile or a grimace- or perhaps even a snarl, one could never tell. When the stranger was on his belly and offering the wound upon his shoulders to him, Sen sighed and closed his eyes for just a moment. Inhaling deeply, he was prepared when his violet gaze cracked open.

Leaning down for his bag, he brought it the short distance beside the stranger before setting it down and peering down for a closer look at the wound. It was clean, albiet bloody, and well covered with the flesh and fur still intact. Taking a moment to consider, Sen then spoke to the stranger as he moved. 'I do not know who you are, or why you've chosen to prove yourself as you did-' unlike with Coza- there was no polite inquiry of who might clean who. Instead, his long pale pink tongue set to cleaning the blood away quickly, allowing him to see better and ponder his next course of action. 'but know our Alpha is a loved one. Fiercely loved.' It was not a direct threat, but Sen would never have any problem tearing into a wolf that threatened his leader or anyone in his family. Including those within the pack that also made up his family, which it now seemed this wolf would be one of them.

After he had cleared the blood and thoroughly cleaned the wound, he reached down into his otter skin pouch to find himself a mouthful of moss. As was custom, he edged the half attached flap of flesh back from the cut and gently began to press the slightly dry moss against the raw flesh. It probably hurt- especially since Sen had not offered any pain reliever, but the large would could proabably take it. After a few moments of holding it firm against the wound, the pale healer then reached to push the skin and fur back over it. Glancing around himself, he spotted some of the red ochre he wanted off to the side of them and did not hurry all too much in fetching it. After he was satisfied with the red smear that would hold the flesh in place for comfort and eventually the healing process, intense violet irises find the male again to address him. 'What is your name?'

It seemed that this stranger had a rather.. disdainful air about him, at least when it concerned the wolves that were not the Alpha. And while that might fly in some packs- it did not so much in Taviora. They were more like a family than anything else beside, and such was the way it would always stay. Such was the way Coza would always want and have it be.