Jisrun shook his head warily. "No." but he only knew one who could fit that description. A cunning loner...powerful and greedy. He had heard of this ones doings but never meet him...he hoped he never would. It boded ill to the pack who listened to his soft sweet words. Scar drifted like a shadow, bringing bad tidings and horrible things in his wake. There could be nothing pinned directly to him...but in Jisrun's mind, there was no question that the white wolf was an omen of evil.
"But I would stay away from him."
They entered camp and he snatched some herbs from the medicine den, (don't know who is the healer...sorry) and sat with them under a tree while he made sure Aellla are them all and put some cobwebs on the bigger cuts.
"You might want to stay for a while...until those cuts heal." He offered