The quiet cold

Walk | Talk

The stranger grinned at her, and Riva grinned right back. She couldn't find it in herself to feel woe for her current predicament. She had gotten herself into this mess, and the older wolf before her had gotten her out of it. She owed it then to this healer to show her appreciation and thanks in the form of a smile and returned kindness. She sniffed the air as the woman produced another herb, Valerian root. She recognised the smell and look of the plant, and her appreciation for the dark toned wolf grew. "Good thinking, my thanks" she gently took the stem of the plant, accepting it and the warning both. She knew the drill, a little bit helped and a lot harmed. She nodded her head, showing she understood. She put this herb and the boneset to use.

She hasn't considered flesh wounds, and paused to take stock when the stranger suggested it. Her body still felt numb so she knew any wounds might not be felt yet, so she combed through herself with care. There was a few scratches on her pads, and they oozed blood slowly. She would be feeling those later, walking on cracked paws was no one's definition on fun. She sighed softly, and accepted the lambs ear, too. "Your an angel. Thank you. I really don't want to think what situation I would be in now if you hadn't come along." Her smile seemed a little shy now, ears a little lower as she acknowledgement her folly.

"I would love to be able to refer to you as something other then 'stranger' in my head. What can I call you? I'm Riva" She introduced herself.