Svara snorted at the males words. What was it with parents that they had to freak out before they gave over to their senses? She wouldn't know she didn't have kids, and didn't really want them. Whinny and dirty all of them were. Crossing her arms over her chest the firey women waited with impatence. She didn't like to have to wait for anything. Ecpessially when it was a wolf who needed to be fixed. Not that she carred about the wellfare of strangers, she only carred about her acomplishments. What did it matter why she did what she did?
The moment he put the unconcious girl on the ground Svara went about attending to her. Letting her bag slide down her shoulder she dug around for a few moments before pulling out herbs, one needle, some thread and alchohal. Looking to the male she narrowed her eyes to make sure he understood she had no intention of him getting mad at her. The last thing Svara wanted was an angry father ripping into her because his little whelp started screaming. Looking to the girl Svara put her fingers to her neck and pressed to feel the beat of her heart. It was a good healthy pace, making her feel a little less anxious. Pulling the cork out of the alchohal with her teeth she poured some onto the wound, knowing if the girl had been awake it would hurt like a bitch.
Svara had almost forgotten the other female, but she caught the exchange between the she wolf and the male. Something about the way she acted said she was missing out on something. The healer saw tears come into the she wolfs eyes, not that she really carred. The last thing the red she wolf needed was another cry baby at the moment. Corking the alcohal again she took the paw in her hand and felt around for broken bones. The paw was relatively okay, but the skin was mangled. Picking up the witch hazel Svara put the herb in her mouth and started chewing before spitting it out into her hand. Since she didn't have anything to grind the herb up with that would have to do. Putting the salve onto the shredded skin she went for the needle and thread and started to weave it in and out of the skin. This was quick work before the little snot woke up and started screaming in pain.