Silverfang is taken aback by her decision but dips his head in gratitude nevertheless. "Thank you Snowheart, i will help you in every way i can."<br/><br/>The old she-wolf chuckled lightly. "As im sure hes as mad as a walking pincushion." she looked over the wound then turned to the far end of her den. "Some cobwebs will stop the bleeding and ill make a poultice to help ward away infection. You should be well enough to walk around more in a few days, but you will need to take it easy." she rasped through the different herbs and cob webs.