<span style="text-decoration: underline">Mortigar</span><br/><br/>He regarded her still laughing at her humour, "I like your brand of  humor," he said as he watched her. He wondered what the next few days would bring, but he would not allow his mind to wander onto those darker thoughts. "I should let you get your rest and attend to my other duties for a spell. I'll be back with some herbs later" He replied and left to go to his den, which wasn't far from this one. Seeing as he was probably the lest able to fight amongst the adult wolves of the pack. As a healer he didn't need that skill.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Alaskar</span><br/><br/>Alaskar nodded and said gently, "It'll sting, and the eye is lost, but I'll get it healing fast and clean. You'll not die from the wound and soon you'll feel no pain," he said as he began working his tone taking a kinder note. Alaskar was always grouchy, but he knew when not to be. He began applying herbs into a poultice which he applied with quick licks to the injured area. He knew the medicine would act quickly.