Life had way of playing out in the most unexpected ways. She watched from a distance as her knight argued with his mother the words not heard but his intentions had been all but clear. She worried for him and his mother, the fate of families that all called this land home. The intentions of the female that called upon Rhae had sounded so violent and different than the fem she was challenging; her own actions even sounded more like the vicious male Tobias than the kind hearted female she had grown to know as her queen. She waited nervously, shifting on her white legs never far from being the comfort her knight and prince needed should he requested it. There was a sinking feeling though, a feeling the older, kind wolfess may not have the energy after having recovered from her sickness or the viciousness needed to win a battle. All of these things she worried about as she waited watching as her own red pelted knight watched feeling helpless and just waiting.

There was little relief when she saw the female, her own form bloodied, limping heavily on a bloodied leg while still managing to carry her head high. Zeltzin never wanted to learn healing but she had taken the time to gather some herbs she knew would help treat the wolfess from the empty den of the healer. She thought he had gone out, traveling to who knows where but Zeltzin was certain he wouldn’t mind the slight trespass… and if he did he could get over it as he wasn’t around to do his job she knew she could do it for him. Her father insisted on learning her Mother’s trade and for the first time in her life she was grateful for it. She moved forward soon after Lucero had let a call out to the land her russet, black and white form drawing up beside his own before dropping the pillaged bag of herbs. The sack smelled strongly of the blind healer, but when she had gone to his den he was nowhere to be found. She didn’t know he had gone on some strange mission to Glorall to train to be an assassin, just he wasn’t home and Rhae needed help.

She looked the Queen up and down looking over the various wounds that covered her humbled by the strong aura the female held despite being in what the girl assumed was incredible pain. She didn’t want to step on any paws, particularly that of the blind healer but she needed treatment. ”Rhae, I took these from Haziel’s den. He wasn’t home… shall I help?” She wasn’t normally so tentative but this situation she felt unsure. Zeltzin looked to her Knight her soft mahogany eyes meeting his own teal ones until given the comformation that she could begin treating her almost-mother-in-law’s wounds. She cleaned around the wound that looked the worst before she took her paw just as her mother always had shown her placed the pasty aloe onto her paw and set to work covering the wound. It was bad and she feared maybe it would cause her a permanent limp. She hoped not, but she could only do so much. She might have learned from one of the best healers of Moladion but even her Mother had limitations to things she could treat. There was really no time to ruminate though, it was time to work and time to thank the gods she learned this trade she hated so much as a child.