[Rochelle]

Lofinnaes whipped around, the motion bring an arrow to the string of his bow. Immediately he fired into the heart of a wolf as it came towering down upon Maeralagos. Instantly another arrow was put to his string as he looked around. Quickly he fired into the pack, bring down yet another. By the time he had drawn his third arrow, all the wolves were slain, thanks to the quick thinking of the party. He sighed and relaxed only when everyone began to gather.

He moved closer to Bordarigorn, grey eyes silently moving over the man "You are injured..." he gestured to the cut across the mans forehead "...I have brought athelas from Lorien." He smiled and held out a few leaves from his pouch. "If you feel we're safe enough now, you should light a fire and boil these. Washing the wound will cleanse it of infection."

He looked to the other elves "Anyone else in need of medicine?" He had been fortunate and had not been in the way of the wolves. They had travelled downwind, yet he praised the company for acting so swiftly...this could have been far more disasterous.