Something Different...

Lior held a roll of soaked moss in her jaws, carrying the tightly packed bundle back to her den where all the others were. It was a tedious process that took several days to complete, and even longer for the idea to conceive after her mood fell a few months ago. The glimpse of what one needs to know to be a healer was daunting, to daunting. Herbs and their uses, where to find them, how to prepare them, how many for what. It quite frankly left her scatterbrained and a little afraid of her chosen roll in Donostrea. But as with all things there were other ways to heal and mend. Lior settled on the physical. Burns, bruises, broken bones, and blood were her self taught expertise. Leave the curing of sick wolves to others. The use of moss as a bandage to stop bleeding came from her father, the story he sometimes told of how he lost his eye. A healer had put moss over the maimed cavity and it seemed to work. If nothing else than Lior simply had a hobby, not caring with what others thought of her.

With her paws leaving the sand and onto the palm scattered earth towards her den Lior dropped her moss and looked back at the distant rock protruding from the shores of the Obsidian Beach. It was the key to her little operation, a place to dry the moss after scraping it off the rocks and cliffs of the territory. She had to be careful in her weaving, to long in the sun would render the moss brittle. Lior stepped up to her den, a fine cavern if a bit cramped. It's smooth floor offered a good place to stretch out, stacked rolls of moss and a few aloe leaves were the only other sort of furniture that decorated her dwelling. With a heavy exhale she squeezed her jaws at the same time and misted her moss rolls, a process that needed to be repeated two times a day out of routine more than anything. Lior shook her head and sat, ears suddenly peeking and swiveling to the entrance behind her. Anais! Oh her sister had come to visit! A happy bark left Lior as she turned and practically skipped out of the den. "Anais!" Muzzle beaming and tail wagging at the sight of her sister.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'