Silverfang growled at any wolf who came over to him when they saw him limp and went straight to his own den. A few moments later the old healer came in. "What do you want?" he growled angrily.<br/><br/>"You are bleeding all over camp. You would think you would want the blood to stop before you die." she spoke calmly.<br/><br/>"Everything is a lie. My life is a lie. I dont need your help. It will stop bleeding soon enough."<br/><br/>Darkwhisper turned towards him, a fire burning in her eyes. She whipped her forepaw across his muzzle. "Dont you dare talk like that, you stupid oaf! This pack needs its beta, your alpha needs you. So straighten up and deal with getting your wound cleaned like every other wolf." she snarled. "No more self pity you old fool!"<br/><br/>Silverfang snarled at her. "Get out of my den, Darkfeather. I can stop the bleeding on my own."<br/><br/>"You are one stupid wolf sometimes. Howl if you need me anyway." she muttered before leaving the den.