She had become a mother again, though death had been the reason for it. Zeltzin was enjoying every moment of it though and of course Zelda, just as she had been with Illias, was enjoying having a new sibling far too much. She loved having a little sister and Zeltzin just wished sometimes that they could have more. Still she was happy with her family. Mashed together as it was from death and fate throwing wringers at most of them she was still happy. Zelda was truly her only blood child, but she wasn’t any more special or loved than Scarlett, Illias, or Solstice. She loved them all equally and kept tabs on them all as best as she could. Though as Zelda and Scarlett grew that was becoming more difficult and with Solstice Zeltzin could only truly fulfill her promise to her little Illias when she was with her father. He had yet though to go out and ask to search for his parents, something told her he knew his mother was gone too… Just like with all the rest of her children, excluding Zelda and really, Scarlett didn’t know her true beginnings either. So much sadness and happiness all in one had been brought to her, but she didn’t regret it she loved them and that was what mattered.

She still had a job to do though. She heard the howls of success of the hunts and she knew often what came with hunts were injured wolves. Her brother once, long ago, had taken a rather bad injury to his shoulder and the scar still showed when it was not Winter. The smell of blood caused her to stand from her den’s entrance, picking up the rabbit pelt bag and begin trotting off towards the center of the pack lands where it seemed they were around. She had followed the scent closely, keen on finding the injured wolf quickly and soon she spotted the limping boy in the clearing close to the center of the lands.

Already it appeared he had been dressed slightly. Perhaps covered up to help stem the flow and nothing more, it was a bit messy but still good enough to do what it needed to do. She approached quickly dropping the back down beside the taller boy before speaking. ”Well Constantine it appears you had your fair share of wounds from the hunt. I heard the howls you were all successful yes?” Talk took the mind off the wounds and onto something else. She pushed open her bag and cleaned him of the bandages he had over him. The large gash was wholly apparent though he could see where he was buffed on his front legs too a few small cuts on his legs and likely bruises beneath them if he had been kicked or rammed. A small matter truly.

She presented him with a chunk of root, valerian, a safer pain reliever than the much more commonly used poppies. It was weaker, but given it was bruises she was limiting the pain of as well as a flesh wound she knew it would be plenty enough to take care of him for now. ”Take this it will relieve you of most the pain.” She informed him before licking the wound clean gently with her tongue to rid it of any dried blood. Barbaric perhaps, but effective and easy and Zeltzin was not opposed to cleaning such wounds that way before treating them with more.

She dabbed her paw within some aloe and gently placed it over his sizable gash. The thick liquid would not only cool and appease the wound of pain and swelling but also help it clot naturally. He was a handsome young man, she hoped one such as him woudn’t end up with too many scars before reaching adult hood. With some moss she finally placed it over the wound pushing on it slightly to soak up any extra liquid and help it hold its location.

”How does your shoulder feel? It didn’t look like there was any significant muscle damage, but I wouldn’t recommend running on it for a bit until its closed up. Understand?” She said sounding more like a concerned nagging mother than perhaps a professional in that moment, but really she couldn’t help herself. He was a child to her and she wanted to help him was that so bad?