This place was not Iromar. It has been taking a lot of getting used to, and honestly she had not really participated in the pack much as of yet. She still did not really like change all that much and was resisting it thoroughly. Hell, it took years for her and Cuirass to get together. She is stubborn, that much is certain.
Time had passed and the setting of the field was starting to become normal. Yes, she still missed the bogs and swamps. She missed the setting and how beautiful it was. How mysterious. The fields did not have the same look to it, but she did appreciate the clouds and stars at night here. There were ups and downs.
She had been studying up on healing arts in Iromar in her own time. She found it was a bit easier there than here. She was not quite the expert but she knew at least the basics. She did not expect to be using them right now though. The woman of red and black was heading back to her den shared with Cuirass when her nose fills with the scent of blood.
She stops and closes her eyes. She lifts her black visage to the sky and listens to the scent. She is careful to analyze and determines where it comes from with the slightest shifts of the wind. She did not have anything on her right now, and honestly she was not sure what was going on. She then goes to where she thought the scent was coming on, only to see a strawberry and white female who obviously was having a bad time.
Her blue eyes narrow in on the woman. She goes towards her at a mid-range pace, ears slightly back to signify her lack of aggression towards her. ”Hey,” she says as she approaches, blue eyes looking at the wounds as she gets closer. They look pretty bad. ”You need help with that?” she asks as her black legs come to a stop. She motions her head towards the wounds. She was not about to help someone who doesn’t want it. She could hardly care if a stranger wanted to bleed out or get an infection on their own time, but as she got more time to look, it was easy to tell that she had put up quite a fight.