You slowly come to realize how you've very recently received a great many bludgeoning wounds and more recently slashing wounds. They ache and hurt quite a bit. You manage to get off your boar, and notice that there's blood coming from those slashed wounds on your shoulder and torso. You then realize you really have no bandages, medical supplies, or medical training. While you don't believe your wounds are immediately fatal, you have no way to really deal with them from your experience.
Thankfully, Throlu comes up to you with what you imagine is the same small pouch from before, closing its hands around it, staring with eyes closed. Your bruises fade somewhat and your wounds seal somewhat. Seal, not exactly heal. The bleeding seems to have stopped almost completely and will probably stop shortly entirely if not disturbed. You recognize that Throlu had previously done this on himself earlier. You are unsure what trick this is but you do seem to feel better for it having been performed. You were aching quite a lot, now you are not.
The boar just isn't going anywhere for a bit. It eagerly eats as many bug cakes as you will give it, and oinks in lament of the wound on its rear flank. You try to comfort the boar but how on earth can anyone know if something like that would work. He keeps right on oinking, but at least he's not pacing in a circle / charging back and forth.
Throlu still seems somewhat worried, though not nearly as much as before, which was panic. He says,
"That .... I don't even know. We have to get some rest somehow for that to heal and we can't be caught with these two dead...." He manages to put some more local plant life into his fur, and hurriedly gathers some large sticks, logs, and lots of local plant life and wants to set about building a temporary shelter that he relates to you will be really well hidden. It is starting to get towards evening.
Meanwhile you have two and nearly three dead humans on your hands. Throlu reluctantly tends to the still living one but he's unsure if there's much to be done for him. Meanwhile you look to the bodies of the other two humans and find the following easily
2 Human sized breastplates, (metal, won't fit you)
2 pair leather leg pieces (human sized)
2 pair leather arm pieces (human sized)
2 swords (and the nearly dead one has a sword as well)
3 waterskins
3 day's trail rations (one per human)
Throlu mentions that these may be part of some patrol or on some mission or who knows. They aren't stocked for long term travel and he is afraid they might be missed by someone.
What do you do?