The moment the call pierces the air, the Medicine Wolf if taking off at top speed. Already he has his otter skin pouch hanging from his jaw, stuffed full of this years harvest before the long Winter ahead, and he is well prepared. Since his return to Moladion and his home, Taviora, Sen has made it his duty to replenish any stocks and caches of his and the other healers, as well as small and mundane tasks around the pack. Of course Coza had been more than welcoming, but that didn’t deter the simple want to do more, to show how grateful and honoured he was to be a part of such a family still. To be the Medicine Wolf, second only to the Shaman, once more.

Today is the day the hunters have returned, victorious, no doubt, for the tones of Zeteri’s voice are one of celebration and rejoice. And because of their success, and the simple nature of their prey- the boar that frequents the forest of their land, the pale wolf’s pace is increasing. She did not sound terribly urgent, but there would undoubtedly be injuries, and he would be there. Zeteri was the first to come into his vision, with her dark coat marked with golden, an almost inverted version of his own. Bright violet irises quickly scan her frame as he gives her a slight nod in greeting, and when he finds nothing there, he turns to the next.

It is young Amoxtil, and though his first urge is to go to the boy and tend to him- he had caught the scent of the Shaman on his way to the gathering, and Amo’s Mother would undoubtedly want to be the one to treat him. But Sen approached regardless, his slender and handsome skull lowering to gaze evenly with the boy, his somewhat feminine but soothing voice coming forth for the boy to hear. “Only a true hunter could return home with battle wounds such as those.” He cracks a pleasant grin for the boy, before circling him only to observe his wounds. “After a thorough cleaning and patching up, you’ll be good as new.” The Medicine Wolf aims for simple reassurance with his words- Moth will be here soon, and the boy will be well taken care of. As will the small girl beside him, Shiloh, her name is, though Sen does not personally know her. There was a time to start everything, after all.

Turning to gaze upon the dark girl, she’s given a gentle and warm beautiful signature smile of his, before he is speaking to her, his voice never not oh so soothing. “Hello there, young one. I don’t recall having met before- I am Sen, and you are Shiloh, yes?” A curious head tilt accompanies his words, and after he is satisfied with his introduction and interaction, the pale wolf is moving away from the children and back to Zeteri. Looking her over once more, he decides that she is more than alright and takes a seat beside him. At this point he’s placed his otter skin pouch at his paws and turned to the dark princess, considering her in silence for a few moments before murmuring his words for her to hear, and her alone. “So, True Arrow- tell me how they did, you think?” His voice has teasing tones to it- while the pair had not spent much time together, Sen had always been fond of the dark hunter and what better time to make better friends than the beginnings of a feast?