With each bit of the treatment that she made on the grey wolf lying before her, Callisto felt her frown deepen. It would have been better if she had been able to find something for the pain to start off with. Jakart would have been spared all the wincing and flinching and painful looks. They were admittedly hard to look at, and only seemed to make her irritation worse. The healer bit her tongue from offering any more suggestions to keep quiet, but she did try to hurry, though not at the expense of doing a less than acceptable job at tending to his wounds.
There was a visible relief about the injured wolf as she stepped back and ordered him to rest, and absolutely not a hint of rebellion. Good. Rest was what he needed, and she doubted she would have been able to fetch something to possibly ease him into sleep if it was needed. Not with the flooding doing as much damage as it already had. "Sleep then," she muttered softly as Jakart thanked her, letting her gaze drift away. After he rested and felt well enough to try moving again, she needed to get him somewhere else. There was not enough here to help treat him, but, if she recalled correctly, there was a place that they had run into before that had a great many possibilities...
She turned her head and glanced toward her silent companion, the cat still staring blankly without saying a word. Something about the look in the feline's pale golden eyes irked her, and though she could not place why Calli knew for certain that she did not want to sit under it for a moment longer. "Watch him," she ordered the cat gruffly, and with an irritable flick of her tail the black and grey wolf rose and left to find some more marigold plants for Jakart and for her own torn scruff.
