It is perhaps not wise to pace around him as she does with her own agitation showing so clearly yet here is a wolf who was once a part of Iromar come back to the homeland with wounds that might very well kill him. Emerald eyes narrow upon him as he grinds out for her to quit her movements and her eyes sweep to Iscariot, still narrowed, yet she does not answer Paldor. The male, while in pain, seemed to know a great deal about healing. It could be his experience in such field that had kept him alive thus far for she was quite certain if he knew nothing then he would be dead at this very moment. Iscariot had become a very noticeable member in the pack as of late, getting to know all that were here, and for the role that he aspired for it was a good thing. His advice on such matters of internal and external affairs would be commendable when she needed them. At this moment it was clear that Paldor is one that he does not know and Aithne quite honestly knew very little of him, only that he had been around during the time when she had first come to the swamps and had disappeared shortly after that. Father of Istas, she believed.

"Okay," she says dubiously in her naturally coarse voice as he begins to spout off what he needs. It wasn't like she could help him of her own knowledge but she could certainly retrieve what is needed. As she turns immediately to head in the direction that Paldor's den used to be, recalling faintly of a den that had caved in around the now abandoned site of Andras's, that she spies Najira. The girl is not so little anymore, growing fast and blossoming. Although she has not had much time to meet her Aithne has spied the girl coming and going but usually absorbed in her own life; she did not cause trouble and did not fuss and Aithne respected that.

The girl comes towards them now with purpose and within her maw is a pouch much like those used by medicine wolves. Ears swivel forward as her nostrils flare to catch the various scents within said pouch and blowing out in an abrupt manner with her eyes crinkling at such strong odors. Najira does not stop even as Paldor has managed to drag himself towards the water to cleanse his wounds and Aithne turns now, following the progress of the girl; she had medicine there, after all, and would help much faster than what likely had deteriorated since Paldor's leaving previously. She moves now to Iscariot's side to watch the scene, blinking and nodding in acknowledgement when Najira glances at them. "Do you still need your pouch?" Her voice is calm and strong for maybe there is hope for the pale male after all - he certainly seemed capable of survival and apparently one of her yearlings has been keeping busy with study.