Elva

Elva walks, a bit unsteadily, towards the elkhound, kneels and checks Gray's wounds. "You're such a brave dog" she whispers, and holds her tight, muttering a prayer. Gray licks her hand in gratitude and she looks towards the tunnel, trying to discern any telling noise. She then turns to the others:
"You all fought... incredibly valiantly. You must be the pride and joy of your clans. Before anything, how badly is everyone hurt?"

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Cure Light Wounds to Elva and Gray: (1d8+3)[11]
listen:(1d20+8)[27]
Gray remains on guard until further notice.