Boot camp for battle medics
Sedna
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Healer (240)
Chaotic
8 Years
Female
45
NachoMumma
The snare had been a wicked thing, meant to maim rather than kill, and it had served its purpose well. The small dik dik caterwauled as the monochrome healer dragged it home, one leg hanging uselessly, shattered bone protruding from the skin, the others equally broken, but by her own jaws (it wouldn’t do to have their patient running off on them, this was a healing lesson, not hunting). In the end, the stress of the whole endeavour would be it’s death but she hoped, at least, to give it’s sacrifice some purpose in training the next generation of healers for the Armada.
In preparation, she and Otis had laid out a sampling of herbs. Some were anaesthetics, some were poisons, and of course there was a good selection of splints and bandages, needles and threads. It wasn’t like they had a lot to spare with winter deeply upon them, but what she had offered had been rationed from her private stores. A hide was spread out in the open air next to her garden, the screaming patient deposited unceremoniously in the middle, and the woman moved back to howl and summon any budding healer that wanted a lesson to come, and with haste. Their patient was losing blood and soon the adrenalin would fade from its system. Of course, if they didn’t make it in time, there was always the opportunity to turn it into an anatomy lesson.
"speech".
is if I am a killer too
Falling the call, she found the teacher and classroom in the Plains, with the screaming dik dik laid out on a hide. “Hello, Lady Healer” Kistune said politely, bowing to the other wolf. She settled in near the petl, eyeing the prey creature wearily.
On approaching the group, Ari glanced over the wounded little deer thing and the gathered herbs with eager interest, but hers eyes narrowed in pique. It wasn't a new healer at all, but one who'd been in the pack for ages. As long as Ari could remember, anyway. "Oh so Goss holding her own lessons made you remember there were trainees, did it?" she drawled in sardonic spite, but then her eyes shifted to the girl she didn't know, who's scent she did know, as the Ashen pack scent, and she snorted as a sour feeling shot through her. "Oh, I see, nevermind. Some other pack's kids needed training. I should have guessed that would be more important."
Of course it wouldn't have been about training her or her siblings, it would have been stupid to assume otherwise. The only thing that ever seemed to galvanize the adults in this pack to train the kids these days was entirely incidental when they needed to train someone else's kids, like Artorias spending months there taking up all of her father's time so hardly anyone could even get the time of day. Always everyone else's kids, that's all the Armada seemed to care about. She was tired of the hirt that knowledge brought with it every time it was hammered home to her, and she drowned it in anger and seeming apathy, as always.
With the air of every rebellious, angry young teen everywhere Aris slouched down, her forepaws crossed and a challenge in her blue gaze as she met Sedna's eyes.