Not quite a mountain goat

Save her? Riva cried, gaining confidence as it looked less and less likely that this lioness would kill her. She had no idea what the creatures motives where, or what she was doing, but so long as the lioness used words and not actions, Riva was okay. “This is poison!”  she kicked the rest of the herbs off the rock with a well placed paw is she turned back to the wolf. She really hoped the lioness didn’t eat her in retaliation, but she wouldn’t let the lion hurt the wolf in some misguided effort to help. Riva then crouched beside the wolf and opened her healers pack. The scent of herbs filled the air as Riva cast a quick, practised eye over the wolf.


Her confidence only grew as she stepped into the field she knew best. Fighting off a lion? Terrifying, facing a wolf going into shock? Bad, but she could deal with it. She gently touched around the wound, seeing the grit in the blood, and would nod to herself. Her movements were practiced and careful, and it was clear she knew what she was doing. Her strong pain relief already had lavender, but as she opened the jar to her pre-made salve, she would add a few sprinkles of dried chamomile, stirring it with a clean stick she kept for this purpose. She then scooped it onto a flat leaf she pulled from her pack and pushed it in front of the girl.

“This, is medicine.” she said, looking at the wolf, but speaking to the lion. “Lavender and Chamomile for shock, Meadowsweet for pain relief and fatigue. A pinch of wintergreen, one of the strongest pain reliefs out there, and a small amount goes a long way, and a touch ginseng root to help the body heal.” She spoke as she worked, in the hopes the misguided lion might learn something. “I need you to eat this” she said to the wolf, her voice gentling remarkably. As the wolf -hopefully- chowed down on that, Riva would begin to inspect her wounds in search of the worst ones.