.:the wolves laid on the ground, almost dead, but could bleed out to death if not treated immediately:.

Gorse snarled,
"Pathetic."
She growled into the trios faces,
walking away from them and towards Dulik.

.:Dulik turned his head towards her, and stopped:.

"Omega here would like to know if you would like your wounds treated."

' '...Sure...' ' .:he turned himself around:.

Gorse led him to Blossom.

.:blossom spoke:. ' 'Ok, lets head to camp and treat his wounds...' ' .:she trotted to the direction of where the dens stood, Dulik limping behind, barely keeping up:.

Gorse took the rear,
occasionally nudging Dulik to catch up with Blossom with a sour expression.

.:they reached camp, it wasn't too far. Blossom showed him the way into the medic's den, Dulik laid down and has his wounds patched up:. ' 'It's going to take a while to heal him...' ' .:Blossom told Gorse:.

Edit:(There's no medic roles, there's only a medic den with herbs that some wolves in the pack has learnt to use. Blossom is one of those few wolves)

"That is fine,
this better not have been a mistake.
Omega I wish to speak with you later today."
Gorse said trotting away.