((@Spades: I suppose that makes a little more sense, and he's your character, though if he's coughing up blood and bleeding to death I can't say what the pack may be able to do for him. Dusk came up with a concoction with some herbs he and Xander found but it was only enough to heal fairly bad wounds, such as Vanth's sore leg, Lorcan's cuts and bruises, and Karma's shoulder wound. None of them had been bleeding to death. The pack also needs to get ready to go as well.))
Though he was silent, Dusk was aware of everything going on within the pack. Vanth, Lorcan, and Thirteen had finally returned, his sister was nearby but keeping out of sight from their eyes. Next Cross came in with Spades upon her back, blood dripping from a wound across his flank and down his maw. Dusk rose to his feet and walked to them.
"Don't feel so tough now that you can't even stand, do you?" he snorted, expression grim. The strange male's words from before still haven't left his mind, and the situation seemed fitting. "Next time you shouldn't be so cocky."
Next he turned to Cross, giving a snarl. "Like we didn't have enough problems going on. We have to move soon and you thought it'd be a bright idea to fight one another? Take him near the den, I left the remaining concoction over there. Put it on his wounds since you gave them to him. After that, you both can sit down and be silent like good wolves while the rest of us can get some rest and take care of everything."