Arn had not know the  young healer for long.  After all, he was at least 11 years older than her and had only dealt with her father a few times when natural healing was not possible.  He had seen her around the village during his winter stays.  She was a natural born healer not only in skill but also in bed side manner.  Add that to the fact that she was young and pretty and it was no wonder that many a boy and man sought her out.

The big hunter knew that softness of voice and manner did not mean she was weak.  Her being young did not mean she was inexperienced.  Her sharp emerald eyes were appraising the situation as easily and analytically as any healer twice her age.  

He listened to her but she seemed to be having a hard time making up her mind.  She had the right idea in trying to find out the best possible outcome but the big man knew that in the wild not making a decision was just as deadly as making the wrong one.  

Not that they owed the wounded man beast anything but the hunter did not fancy the idea of letting the man die.  He looked down at the would be wolf.  Lack of food and a harsh life had made him hardy.  Wounded he might be. In danger he might be but Arn felt that he could be resilient enough.  

He looked at the young lady again and said. [color=0054a6] “I will carry him.  He will die if we wait too much.”[/color]  He could she  was concerned about the wound.  [color=0054a6]“ We can rinse it a bit with the water from the creek.  It should be good enough for now.”[/color]