My Aching Feet!

The feather was agreed on for the price by the bird himself. Feather did not speak the language of the wolves, and she wondered at what it would be like to have a companion such as this with her. She was a glorious bird, and she knew it. Of course, Shaye loved her loyal little TreeSwallow, and knew she wouldn’t give up her friend for all the world.

“Thank you” Shaye said politely as she deposited a beautiful stripped feather at her feet. Shaye tucked this one neatly behind her blue feather, and would store it in her den when she next returned home. All of Shaye’s feathers had stories, with the one she wore with her always bearing a memory of a time with the father she had now lost.

Abraxa’s where these wolves everywhere? This wolf didn’t seem as prideful and cunning as her relative, and Shaye wouldn’t judge her for her family, but still, the Alpha filed away that knowledge and would not forget it. She had received her feather, though she needed no payment for a little bit of healing. She moved forward, closing the distance between them to examine the left hind leg of the wolf. She wasn’t a stocked and prepared healer, but she knew a trick or two. She cleaned the wound with salt water, which was handily enough right next to them. The salt would be good for purifying the wound, as well. She pulled out some of the longer, thicker tufts of fur at her tail and created a bandage from them, winding them around the wound. “If I see any of the herbs I need I can make you a poultice, but for the moment I can see to it enough that it won’t become infected.” she would explain.

She would also receive the story on what happened in the canyons. “How long ago did this happen? I might collect a few wolves and send out a search party there.” Shaye explained, happy to offer relief to the wolves who had suffered in the disaster. After a moment, the Alpha would tilt her head, she had finished with the wound and now she could hear something in the distance. “What is that?”