<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/lori103/Anime/2a074092-a892-475b-8605-0190f82a965c.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Danae<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Tsaghani, Son' Lahleli, Astir, L'aen, Hiti // Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shaman Hut<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>The morning had been fairly uneventful, she and Hiti had been out in the forest collecting more herbs and teaching the girl all that she knew about them. The girl was smart, and knew a few things about healing, but there were certainly some flowers that she had never seen before. She told her about the healing properties, and where to find them, and showed her the book where she and many Omega's before her had written this information for future generations. Hiti had been eager to learn, and Danae was happy to teach her, taking some comfort in the girl's company. If learning more about healing was what brought this tender girl closer to the pack, then she was happy to help.<br/><br/>Arriving with Hiti back at the hut around noon, they came with a few bundles of fresh herbs and Danae had showed her how to mill them down and which herbs worked best with each other. They had managed to stock up Danae's shelves quite a bit for a morning's worth of working, it seemed having some help gathering really did make things easier. And little did she know when Tsaghani would arrive later with Son' Lahleli laying limp in his arms, she would found herself thanking Father Moon that she had stocked up earlier.<br/><br/><strong>"Hello!!!  Anyone here?  Son' Lahleli is in need of help.  I have done what I can for her but I fear there is still much work needed for her to heal completely.  Also there is another wolf in need of help.  He's in the little clearing just down the hill."</strong><br/><br/>The abrupt noise that called out to her had Danae jumping slightly. Her look of shock only grew when she saw Son' Lahleli laid down on one of her cots by the new wolf, Tsaghani. The first thought that came to her mind was Ts'itu, and she wanted to run outside, make sure she was alright. But the Omega in her told her that she needed to tend to Son', even though her heart yearned to check on the woman who was more sister than friend. It was hard to do, but she had a duty to the injured, even though every ounce of her body was pulling her toward the door. With a look toward Astir, she could barely mutter the words, searching for a sign from him that their Alpha was alright. "Ts'itu?," was all she managed to get out, knowing he would understand with the worry in her voice.<br/><br/>When she had her answer from Astir, she gave a nod and moved over to Son', who seemed to be in dire condition, even at first glance. The wound in her abdomen was soaking the bandage with crimson. She had seen many injuries like this and they didn't always end well for her patients. She moved quickly over to the beta and brushed her hair back with her hand, whispering ancient words of strength to the warrior, hopefully giving peace and calmness to her body. The next moment though, she was undoing the bandage that had been wrapped around her assessing the damage.<br/><br/>"Hiti, I need a bowl, my tools, and some of the water that's over the fire," her voice was commanding, her usually soft tone now replaced with one reminiscient of her alpha father. After the girl had brought over the items, she would go to work cleaning up some of the blood, trying to get a better look at the wound itself. Her abdomen had been punctured, by an arrow perhaps, and if she didn't staunch the bleeding the woman would certainly bleed out. She took one of the tools out of her kit, a small knife, and put it in the hot coals of the fire. She would need to cauterize the wound and she looked up at Tsaghani. "I’m going to need your help. Hold her down, and make sure she does not move," she gave him a nod to hold Son' down, grabbing the now red-tipped knife.<br/><br/>Ever so carefully, Danae put the tip of the knife to the wound, searing the wound that was inside of her body. It seemed that the arrow had just barely missed some major organs, but had still gone in pretty deep. She cauterized most of the wound shut, and wiped the blood away so she could see her work. Taking some of the salve she had brought over, she applied it to the area, using it to help stop the bleeding and prevent infection. After reapplying a fresh bandage, she sat back and wiped away the hair on her forehead. It was hard to tell if Son' would make it through the night, but if she did, then she had a very good chance of surviving the injury.<br/><br/>Going over to a basin in the corner, she rinsed the drying blood on her hands and looked at Astir, who was still in wolf form, also suffering from an arrow to his leg. He had brought a boy with him, and Danae could tell he was something special, perhaps special enough to fight over? After washing off, Danae narrowed her eyes at Astir, knowing he would be a challenge. "Don't get too comfortable, you are next," her tone was one of seriousness, her gaze daring him to try something.<br/>