It is spring, one of the busiest seasons for any healer. There are many Mothers to tend to, to make sure that all is well and healthy and safe. But not only that- since meeting Coza, and becoming fast friends when he was still but a loner, there was something he had picked up from him from the very start. His friend and leader had a thing for tribute when it came to new Mothers, and Sen had never faltered in his steps to honour that. Always it was that he brought tribute to the new Mothers of Taviora, trying for at least a hare or two if not more. New wolf Mothers were, after all, ravenous after such a gruling process and Sen understood better than most. It was his feminine aspect as much as his healing skill. He was a handsome creature, with lithe, graceful features, and one so easily mistaken for a girl. But unless one knew better, of course, which some seldom did.

But, the healer of Taviora was more than ready when an urgent call rang through the packland. Already he had spent that morning hunting, as well as gathering the best and freshest supplies for his visits today. And already it seemed he would be on the move; for it was Vidar's voice, and that could only mean one thing. Everchime. Since her return to the pack, Sen had taken it upon himself to keep a rather close on her- she was fond of the pretty little wolf and though her dark shadow had snapped at him in the beginning, the pale male had understood. An imprint was a strong thing, as he damn well knew, and he would be protective over anyone he didn't know and his own imprint- especially while injured- were so close. Then again.. it wasn't exactly his place to act or feel such a way, but imprints will be imprints, after all.

There are four slim but delicious hares hanging from his jaw as well as his otterskin pouch. If anything, the medicine wolf probably looked rather comical with his slender off-white muzzle stuffed full. But he hardly cared, as his appearance was hardly relevant. As always when in the mindset, he was consumed with getting to Ever and Vidar's den- especially when the scent of thick and plentiful blood reached his nostrils. Doubling his pace, it did not take him long to reach the den entrance of theirs. Through his mouthful, he called out, not wanting to alarm or scar Vidar or Everchime. "Vidar, Everchime- it's me, Sen. I'm coming down." Even if Vidar had not called specifically for him, he would have done so anyway. This was not an event for him to waste any time with, and there was only slight concern in his deep violet gaze when he leveled out within the den, searching for Vidar, then Everchime.

In observing them, there are also four other new presences, and Sen cannot help but smile. He was right. With grace and ease, he's moving toward Vidar to drop his gift of the four rabbits beside him, briefly touching his pale muzzle to a dark shoulder, if allowed, before immediately turning to Everchime. He could waste no time. She was already unconscious, bleeding freely, and only had two of the four pups at her belly. Glancing at Vidar, knowing that he may not understand, Sen spoke as slowly and clearly as he could, gesturing to emphasize his meaning. "Vidar, your children need to be with their Mother. They need to eat and gain strength." In this he motioned toward the pup between his legs and the one by her head, before slowly reaching over to grasp the tiny and oh so delicate thing within his jaws before bringing him to his Mothers belly. If it had gone well, he would do the same for the child at Vidar's paws- unless he had done so already himself. If so, he would gain words of encouragement from Sen and a brief smile before all attention is quickly back on Ever.

The bleeding must be stopped first, and so it is with a praticed patience that Sen rummages through his pouch, extracting mouthfuls of clean and soft, dry moss, that will soak up the blood that continues to flow freely. With enough pressure he will be able to stop the bleeding, enough for him to really set to work on helping her. There truly wasn't much he could do, but he would do her best- for Everchime, for Vidar, for their children- for Coszcotl, and even all of Taviora. It was his duty as Medicine Wolf, though he may not be the highest ranking- his loyalties and dedication knew no bounds. After he was able to get the bleeding to stop, he glanced back at the dark wolf across from him, motioning him over and to the way he held pressure against the moss he held to Everchime. Speaking as best he could, he hoped Vidar would understand. "I need you to keep the pressure here-" a gesture of his muzzle downward "because I need to wake her up."

If Vidar understood enough to help, Sen would hopefully then be able to move around Ever's front, glancing down at her children just to make sure all was well, before placing an immensely strong thing that looked like a rock just before the females nose. But it was no rock, and when Sen crushed a bit of it with his paw, it released an intense scent that was usually able to bring anyone back to wakefullness. He was loathe to deny her her rest- but he had to make sure nothing else was wrong. And while he could exmaine her physically, he wouldn't be able to pinpoint anything else without her at least slightly coherent. It was with patience that Sen waited, gazing down upon her with kindness and warmth, wanting to do what he could to help but needing their help as well.

Sen - Male - Twelve - Isola's Soul
Hush's Heart - Taviora Medicine Wolf
Father of Reian, Mireille, Roamin, Namira, & Calyx