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N/A · 04-10-2013, 05:12 PM

Her chuckle was light and airy, much like he would have imagined his mother's being, his true mother.. that is. He could not for the life of him remember what she had sounded like when she laughed - or even talked, for that matter. And yet, that was how he liked to imagine it. He liked to think of her as intelligent, too, much like Loccian in that area as well. Funny, how a lot of his assumptions and imaginations lined up with Loccian's realities. Loccian began to explain the plants that could stop the flow of blood, and Maverick listened with even more interest than he'd shown in the Burdock or Thyme. No doubt both of those would be useful, but this one seemed more useful to him - at least at this stage in his life. Cranesbill. He'd have to remember that. Five petaled flowers with jagged leaves and hairy stems. You had to crush it up and spread it over the wounds to stop the bleeding. He suspected one plant would work for a small cut, but more than one would be necessary for a larger wound. "No it's okay, I think I'll be able to find it if I need it." One final question, he knew what it would be. Clearing his throat lightly, Maverick began. "What about something to help with pain, if you've got a bad bruise or a sprained ankle or something." It was only logical that a wolf - particularly a male wolf - would want to know about such plants. Maverick was growing older, and the thought of fighting and sparring scarcely ever left his mind. It was only a matter of time before he would need to learn to treat himself, at least partially until he could get home and be properly treated by Loccian or Segolia. Goodness knows, his mother would want him well taken care of.

"speeeeech"

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