Liann watched as the shifter killed that last member of the pack. His wounds looked bad but he tried to run off anyways. Retrieving the arrows she used she ran after him only to find that he didn't get very far and actually lost consciousness. Sliding to a stop next to his body she check for signs of him still being alive. He was breathing and his wounds already stopped bleeding, his shifter magic healing him. With a sigh of relief she sat down in the snow trying to figure out what to do. Looking at the sky Liann assumed that no more than a few hours past and it was still early in the afternoon.<br/><br/>Getting back up Liann let out a frustrated huff and placed her hand on the wolf. The spell she was using took a lot of concentration and energy. Using the necessary words they were back in the room the shifter rented. Her shoulders sagged as a wave of exhaustion came over her, but she wasn't done. The shifter was huge in this small room, but at least there was enough space for him to sleep comfortably.<br/><br/>Going to the bathroom, she tossed her arrows and knife into the bathtub to wash later, she tossed her bloodied jacket in there too before she washed her hands and returned to the shifters side. His fur was white like snow with the exception to the brown stripes, but the pattern only drew her eyes in. Forcing herself to focus she checked his wounds.<br/><br/>The one on his neck was the worst. Liann frowned worried, she couldn't do anything to help heal him but allow his shifter magic take care of it, the effort of healing that wound might kill her. Thankfully the wound didn't seem life threatening. She spied two others on his back that weren't as bad. Nodding she placed her hands on the wounds and chanted out a spell, her hands glowing red. Within seconds the wounds disappeared but Liann winced and stumbled back, biting her lip to keep from making a sound as pain shot in her back. The injuries were transferred to her, and although her magic will heal them it'll take sometime, they may even scar. This was the least she could do for the shifter that saved her life, by sustaining these smaller wounds, the shifter's magic can focus on the wound on his neck. Using the wall for support she went back to the bathroom to clean up her gear.