As Chaz approached, he noted all of the strange and fearful glances hew as getting. To be honest, he'd almost forgotten that porcupines living alongside cats was rare. However, he knew he had to ignore them, at least for now. They'd get over once he treated their leader, probably saving his life.
The porcupine nodded in understanding as a cat explained the situation to him. "'ight. Y'all just sit still, I'll be right back." Chaz took up the fastest pace that was possible for him, and made his way to the back of the den. Although it was hard to carry it all, the porcupine managed to get all of the herbs he needed out of the den and in a pile next to the injured leader.
"Ya' can lay down if ya' want." he said, setting to work no the cat. As his experienced gaze scanned the cat, his eyes widened in shock upon finding his neck soaked in blood. Mumbling softly under his breath, the porcupine cleaned the wound out with wet moss, only to find a large gash. Taking the chewed horsetail and garlic he had on paw, he spread it carefully over the wound, careful to apply as little pressure as possible. He knew it hurt already, and didn't want to cause an extra agony. Afterwards, hew applied heavy amounts of cobwebs over the wound, packing it on tightly. he then began to work on the other wounds, repeating the process. All the while, Chaz kept his quills pressed firmly against his back, and avoided eye contact, as to seem less-threatening.
Grimhaze cracked open an eye, hearing a voice. However, in his ears, he only heard garbled sounds. Looking around in confusion until he spotted Smokescreen, the once stoic warrior stared at him with a dull, glazed over gaze. ".. What?" he asked, his voice lacking his characteristic monotone.