oooh! He need some MILK!
02-06-2019, 11:14 PM
The scent of blood caught her attention - and it wasn't emanating from the kill pile. She caught it first near the border, and followed it, and the droplets of blood onwards through the pack lands, her eyes dipped in concern as she sniffed the ground and walked. It had led her here, to the packs cache, and to Birch, who sat there, injured and unattended to. She took in a deep breath, her expression darkening as she regarded the friendly giant. “Well I never” she said, as she approached him, and stuck her nose into his personal space, sniffing first at the deep gouges in his chest, and then appraising the rest of him. “And here I thought you were actually one of those wolves with two brain cells to rub together.” she sat down hard on her rump, all 25 tiny inches of wolf as she regarded the giant with a hint of anger in her eyes. “What am I to you Birch, chopped liver? If your injured, you call me” she berated, emotion in her normally passive voice as she pushed her nose into her satchel and began to rummage around. She pulled out one of her pre-mixed pastes, dried Meadowsweet with a bit of ginseng root and a hint of lavender and wintergreen in carefully measured doses. One her better pastes for pain relief, through no need to tell him that. She placed it in front of him “Eat” she instructed, through it came out more like a scoulding. She waited a moment and watched, and once she was sure he had chewed the paste, she would start on the main task. Next she pulled out a more liquidy substance, flowers of Trillium sitting in salt water. She brought out a wab of moss and placed it next to the jar. “This is going to hurt” she warned him, which is why she had waited a moment for him to eat the paste. She could wait a little bit longer, but he deserved a little bit of a sting - it would leave a more lasting impression. She poured some of the solution into a chipped bowl, and dipped the moss in with her mouth and began to rub at his injured chest and shoulder, dip, wipe, dip, wipe, as she carefully cleaned out the wound. Once his chest lacerations where seen to, she pulled out a poultice of white willow bark and lambs ear, and bound it to him with horsetail. Using her teeth and paws in quick, deft movements as she saw to her work. Once that was done, she tipped out the used solution, gave it a rinse with a strong smelling substance, and poured in some fresh solution. She used this to clean his head wound, tsking at him between swipes. She applied the poultice to this one, and let it stick to his fur without a bandage, and quickly cleaned up her tools with a few more dips of the strong alcohol, before placing everything back into her bag, and pulling out one more item. The shiny bit of broken glass - a very lucky find, she held carefully in her mouth, around it she managed to say. “Look at me closely, and don’t blink” She then tilted it until the sun blinked of it into his eyes, and studied the reactions of his pupils to the light. |
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