<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3rOp7i1.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Serana Vi Marian (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1825891)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:12/12<strong>Status</strong>: +4 survival, -4 AC<br/><strong>AC</strong>:17(13)<strong>Initiative</strong>: 6<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Heal check to try and stabilize Iona<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>heal: 13<br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana felt her blade glide cleanly through the beast's flesh, lopping it's head off so swiftly that the wolf's teeth were still clenched into Iona's flesh as it's body flopped to the ground. For just a brief moment Serana paused, as if to see if it would all just vanish away, another illusion, or perhaps<em>hoped</em>it would. Though it only took that second of hesitation to confirm her fears, this was very real.<br/><br/>Dropping her bloodied blade Serana dropped to her knees beside Iona, hastily prying the wolf's head from her body and chucking it aside, quickly replacing her hand on the girl's wound and applying pressure, "Iona? Iona!" she asked, getting no response. Confused she placed her ear to the girl's chest, eye widening as she heard the rattling rasp coming from within "fuck..." she growled, reaching in to the girl's pack and hurriedly rummaging through it as she looked between Iona and Ria, both in critical condition, trying to think of something that could save them both...think...think..."Bell!" she suddenly shouted as she pulled out Iona's grooming kit, taking the sponge and soaking it in a splash of left over brandy before pressing it to Iona's wound, hoping to stem the bleeding while preventing an infection from the wolf's bite, "healing potion! Ria! Now!!!" she ordered, knowing that if they managed to get Ria stable and conscious then she could properly heal Iona.