Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

*Riva* · (This post was last modified: 02-28-2019, 02:49 AM by Riva.)

By the wrinkled nose and surprise, Riva guessed he hadn't seen a wolf with sunburn before. “Never met an Albino wolf before?” she mused with gentle amusement. It wasn’t a common ailment in any other type of coat, it was the curse of an albino wolf. She had winced when she had first seen Hannibal’s scabby skin, and had been quick to offer him her aid and a solution.

The man didn’t seem to quite know what to make of her, and mimicked back some of her words in confusion. She glanced at him, wondering if he had banged his head a little well he was trying to wiggle his way out of there. She scrutinised him, and packed the thought away to consider, if he showed any signs of a concussion she would take the appropriate actions.

“Normally its the lessening of a scar that’s part of my profession”
She teased him, sitting beside him as she sorted through her belongings. He didn’t look to me in too much pain, She grabbed one of the clean mosses from her bag, and a jar of water infused with trillium. She poured some of its contents into a small bowl and began to carefully clean the wound. She wasn’t too concerned about the aloa vera, knowing it could also be used to clean a wound. Once she was satisfied that there were no foreign elements in the wound, she pulled out a poultice of white willow bark and cinnamon, and patched it over the cuts. She ensured it was clean and tight, before stepping back. “All done. keep the patch on until tomorrow, then allow your wound to air out.” she instructed him

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