<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey">Luna stood in silence as she stalked through the cold mountain.  Furs from ice wolves, her own white hair kept her from view in the blizzard that swirled around her and her companion, Willow who traveled to the right of her, always flanking silently. Willow was an above average white wolf. She was larger and better built, her coat far thinker than the wolves she now hunted. One had happen to swallow a ring she needed to return. Her face hidden under a leather mask, her long ears shielded beneath a fur and ebony helmet. She didn't expose her identy, finding that most did not welcome an elf. She walked slowly thrpugh the forest, finding the cave. Wolves were growling, snarling. Her eyes focused on the animals beginning to tug on something. When she saw what  it was her bow was quick to be drawn. Arrow after arrow filling the string and being set off upon the beasts until silence fell. She rushed over to the man, left bleeding on the ground. Quickly lifting the furs to her right and raching for a pouch on her hip. She pulled out a bottle of ale. She dumped it over his flesh and then let out a soft whistle bringing Willow from the entrance. "My bag. Now." she called to the animal who then disappeared into the blizzard. <br/>
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Luna could see well in the dark, the daylight a bit harsher on her light eyes.  She grabbed a handful of clay and began to pack the wounds to stop the bleeding. Grabbing a few herbs and laying them on before ahe packed in the clay. No wraps avalible she was doing what she could to keep the man from dying. His weapon sat close by and she cpuld tell by his armor who he was. A nord, someone who hated the race of elves more than anyone. She sighed. Managing to get herself under his arm and partially pick up the man and take him to the middle of the floor. She walked putside collecting wood that was dry bringing it in and creating a fire. It took her a moment but soon the fire was roaring.  She moved to him removing her large fur cloak that sat on top of her black armor. Laying it over the man and  tucking another under his head. She then walked over to the blood covered wall and picked up the weapon walking over and laying by the man. Might comfort him when he woke. <br/>
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Now knelt beside him she touched his forehead with her now ungloved hand. Her eyes watxhing for movement. He seemed to be breathing still. Ehich meant he clung to life. Nords always seemed to have a good will for living. She turned at the sound of willow's soft claw scratched upon the hard ground. A large pack between her teeth that she dropped close to the fire. "Good. Now come lay down." She patted on the man's lap and the wolf obliged. Her heat would keep him warm from the cold and the shock of loosing so much blood. She then walked over to her pacl, opening it she grabbed a potion for healing though it may take him a moment to actually break his fever. Medicine could only do so much. <br/>
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She walked over with the bottle, pressing the cold glass to his lips and tilting it up until the liquid was pouring in his mouth. Probanly down the corners of his mouth. When he began to cough, any semi unconscious person reaction to being drowned in liquid she pulled the bottle away and wiped up the mess. Her glimmering eyes watched him as she pulled out a dagger and began to skin the wolves, waiting for the man to wake, though her eyes were fixated on him as he stirred, Willow unmoving as she laid, her head across his lap. </span>