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Avani had flown on swift wings to find Schatzi and inform her of the incoming injured parties. Though she had said it may be better to possibly start making their way towards them while they were making their way back towards the prides current location. She wasn't sure how bad Liyanas injury was and didn't want to chance the eyesight of the lioness because she didn't want to bother the imbiza a short journey. "She assured me it wasn't too bad, but you know how you lionesses can be about your injuries....." She said to the goldenrod colored lioness with striking white markings. Flying a good height above the lioness, though low enough to carry a conversation she wanted to keep a weathered eye out for her bonded.

Liyana's eye had stung initially, mainly from the blood that had pooled into it from the fresh cuts. Though as they had traveled the flow of blood had slowed and eventually stopped as the wound was attempting to regulate itself. She could feel the skin on her face with every twitch of her cheek or the blow of the wind. She knew she'd carry some interesting scars from the encounter but hopefully her eyesight would remain unscathed. So far she could see, but only time would tell as she still had risk of infection. It wasn't long until she saw a familiar vulture in the air ahead and knew that the Imbiza wasn't far behind.

Schatzi trotted after Avani, the news of injured lions making her heart ache a bit. She'd shifted to this rank not terribly long ago and thankfully hadn't needed to assist her pride siblings much, but since this famine had gripped the land more and more injuries were cropping up. Those that hunted regularly were getting weaker, slower, more careless in their hunger. She just hoped nothing dire would become of the situation they were all currently in.

"We'll see about that," she said with a worried tone, the sack she used to carry her supplies with her bumping lightly against her side as she jogged. Lots of the lionesses here liked to downplay their wounds, either out of embarrassment of being thought of as lesser by their pride or out of fear for the same reason. Schatzi never looked at someone with an injury as being less skilled or clumsy, but rather as someone who had tried hard and failed. She knew all about putting everything you had into trying to do something right and still missing the mark and from her own personal experience came the compassion that flowed from her every word and action.

Finally she spotted two figures moving towards her, another bird in the air. She quickened her pace a bit, not wanting them to feel as though they had to walk faster to reach her. The fact that they were both on their paws and moving was promising.

"Hello, I'm here!" she called as she approached. "You can stop, I'll come to you two." As Schatzi pushed through the last of the grass separating them she did a quick assessment: Liyana was clearly the one in need of attention first, the wound on her face dangerously close to her eye. Siphiwe had a limp and although the wound seemed deep, a shoulder was a much tougher area of the body than the face.

"Oh dear," she said softly, moving to get a better look at Liyana first. "Why don't you lie down? Tell me what happened, both of you," she added as she bowed her head to let her sack of herbs and supplies slip from over her neck.