What the hell was going on out here??
His leader had been rushed into the den seemingly unconscious. There was mass hysteria in the clearing. The otter fight must have gone terribly - Mountaintalon didn't have to be a witness to whatever chaos had ensued because HE was still hurting. He knew firsthand the damage those beasts could do.
Apparently their head healer did not feel the same sense of urgency the rest of them did.
Gritting his teeth and groaning against the pain from his healing wounds, Mountaintalon hauled himself out of his nest and shoved out into the clearing. It looked like the camp itself had been turned into a battlefield with all the blood streaking the grass, and if of course their deputy was left to bleed out front and center.
With a sneer, he whipped around and shoved back into the medicine den, heading straight for the herb stores. If Wolfhawk wanted to gripe at him about messing with their supplies, then he could save it for when he did his job. Moss and cobwebs for the bleeding, he didn't know enough about anything else to mess with it.
That gash in Spiderthroat's shoulder looked like the worst, so that's what Mountaintalon focused on. He shoved half of the moss against the deputy's shoulder and pressed down hard to stem the bleeding, and then turned his head. That healer was just standing around!
“WOLFHAWK!” he roared.
“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND DO YOUR JOB BEFORE I FLAY YOUR SORRY HIDE!”
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