Unsteady Return

Walk | Talk | Think

A quiet sigh slipped from the lean grey she-wolf's muzzle. Good, the stream would suffice. She had made the short journey from the pack's border to it without too much complication, but the pain was still irritating and hindering. The last thing she wanted to do was go traipsing further than necessary across the wide plains of the Valhallan territory to find the body of water that the healer needed to tend to her leg, particularly because it would have meant at any moment being stopped by another Valhallan and needing to explain everything to them so that the wandering healer would be given admittance.

Following Eris's instruction, Ashtoreth limped into the stream, the water chilling her toes, and without preamble lowered herself to sit in it, her injured leg extended out slightly so that the cool waters could flow freely around her open wound. Already it felt better, the water doing just as Eris had said it would, and she felt her body relax amid the stream's gentle path as she adjusted to the temperature. Only a gentle, tolerable sting elicited from the wound, but that was bearable compared to how it had felt exposed to the air.

When asked about the healers of Valhalla, Ashtoreth didn't answer right away. The last she had heard, their lead healer had been demoted, stripped of her title for apparently speaking out of turn, and the rest who had trained under her were not always easy to find on any given day, busy with their own duties or some other endeavor. "I don't know," she answered honestly, reluctantly, disappointed she could not readily answer in the affirmative. "I don't know any of them personally, and I don't know how easily I can find one in this condition." Perhaps it was only her worry about her injury causing her to hold doubts, but they were present nonetheless. "I'll find someone to help," she stated after a moment, her tone resolute. One way or another, she would figure out a way to get the poultice on her leg, with or without help.