Wolffang padded into the medicine cats' den, limping slightly. His legs were adorned with scratches, showing churned-up fur and a bit of blood, mainly on his back ones. They ached from all of the walking and the wounds, and there was a bit of a pain in the side of his head, but he tried to push that away. Wincing because of a wound in his belly, he scanned the den before noticing Coldamber. His gaze couldn't help but slide to the stump that originally had a left foot on it. She was a good medicine cat choice since she was disabled, but most likely, she wouldn't have been a very good warrior, surely. Some pain stabbing mainly through his stomach and head got to him and he refocused, padding forward.
"Coldamber?" he meowed. His voice was rather steady; his injuries were numerous, but not deep.
"I could use some treatment."
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Rainquail