Ara supposed half of the perceived skill in a healer came from being in the right place at the right time. She wasn't all that good at that, if she was being honest - perhaps if she was, she would've had infinitely more experience in her craft. But seeing someone who was injured would always pique the curiosity of the gentle healer, and she wouldn't turn help away from anyone except in the most extreme circumstances. And honestly, she preferred not knowing often how or why injuries, at least ones caused by fellow wolves, had occurred. Better to be a neutral party in the matter than be forced to have to make a moral judgment about if her patient deserved help or not.
At least this brute seemed pleasant enough. "Nice to meet you too," she said quickly, though her attention was on his injury. There was less time for small-talk and formalities than getting right to it. Though.. before he let her proceed he asked what her price was. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion, though her expression softened soon after. "There is no price," she said cautiously. It had never rightfully occurred to her that someone might offer a price for her services. While she wouldn't be surprised if another wolf might, she had never entertained such an idea, and she shook her head after a moment of thought. "I am happy to help any who need it, with no obligations." Her voice was stronger now, no longer soft and unsure; healing had been her passion since she was a pup, and she had no interest in receiving anything for her services. Knowing she had helped was enough for her, as well as the experience gained by helping an injured patient.
As he moved to lay on his side, she set out to work. Since the wound on his thigh was fresh it wasn't all that dirty, though she carefully lapped away any mud that might surround the injury and attempted to push the fur aside as best she could. After she was certain it was clean, she moved to the side to gingerly pull a few yarrow leaves off its stalk and chewed them carefully. The taste was bitter and unpleasant, but she'd gotten used to the taste of plants and barely reacted as she chewed it into a sticky paste. With a mouth pull of the chewed plant she turned back to her patient, leaning down and extruding some of paste onto his wound carefully. Once she was satisfied with it, she used one of her paws to carefully press down on the paste to spread it out a bit further. "Waiting for it to dry and stick to the wound would be best. Rest here awhile, if you're able. It should help take the sting away and help the cut heal a bit faster." Her words were stern, like a mother might warn her pup against doing something dangerous, knowing that rest was the greatest healer of all.
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