What could he say? He was worried. When Ankh had licked his head in the early morning, the male had tried to steel himself against following her, but to no avail. Viserys wasn't about to enter Iromar or get involved directly with her mission, but he would at least have to hang around the borders with some healing supplies just in case trouble arose. He wasn't sure what his brother was thinking, sending his mate into such dangerous territory by herself. Most everyone by now knew that the moors were a place to be avoided- certainly his mate could have found out information a different way, but then again she had always been one to tackle problems head on. Usually he appreciated that about her, but it seemed to be only a detriment now.
His son Xerxes trailed behind him, unwilling to be left home alone in the care of his uncle, far more curious about this adventure that his father seemed to be embarking on. Although Halcyon was alpha, Viserys was his older brother, and the cream-pelted male was not above using him as a temporary babysitter. It was easy enough to pass off his day trip as search for herbs that grew outside of Asteraia and closer to the swamp- although the lie made him feel guilty, he did not want his brother to think that he was going to interfere with Ankh's task. He might have to have a talk with him though about sending his mate on such a dangerous mission so soon after she had given birth and all. Perhaps he was being a bit overprotective but he thought this whole excursion foolish.
Viserys had been to Iromar before, when Halcyon had ruled here. He had never cared for the almost oppressive moisture of the moors, it seemed to cling to his fur, threatening to drag him down into the mud. Xerxes was grumbling about getting his paws dirty, but his eyes shone with curiosity as they both came to a stop just near the borders of the pack. The male observed the terrain with perked ears and inquisitive eyes. Ankh's scent twisted across the border, and he knew that she had made it inside, and would likely leave- or attempt an escape- the same way. And so he sat down and prepared to wait, until a very peculiar noise reached his ears- a victory call?
For a moment he was confused. The song was unfamiliar, and it was certainly not what he expected- but as his mind began to turn, he realized something crucial. A victory call meant a fight, and a fight meant injuries, injuries that he was prepared to tend to. He motioned for Xerxes to follow him into the packland, and he hurried as much as his hindquarters and the slower pace of his son would allow. He arrived on the scene shortly, confusion etched onto his face. He saw Ankh, a stranger stained with blood, the motionless body of a male he assumed to be Aranck and then...
There was no time to ask what had happened. The scrappy little male was bleeding out, and quickly- Viserys motioned for Xerxes to watch, and to help. He set down his supplies and quickly got to work- the cobwebs he had gathered previously from all the nooks and crannies of Diveen served to, hopefully, slow the bleeding. Xerxes pressed them down against the wound, his eyes wide and frightened, seeming to not care too much about getting dirty in the present moment.
He chewed the bitter herbs into a pulp and smeared them across the cobwebs. The bleeding appeared to be lessening, but Viserys wasn't sure if Mugen would bounce back from this. He had done all he could for now, with a throat injured this badly it would be too difficult for him to swallow anything. It was one of his first real tests as a healer, with family to boot, and the last thing he wanted to do was fail. He looked towards Ankh, desperation clear in his eyes, before his attention turned back to Mugen. As far as he could tell, the rogueish male was still breathing, but the immense amount of blood covering the ground might serve to change that.