More Than A Little While

Álarr started rummaging around in his pack, pulling out some dried yarrow and bentonite clay. Brynhildr had landed and was pulling out a wetskin filled with water. He'd need to figure something out regarding water with winter settling in. The temperature was just above freezing but much lower and he wouldn't really have water to work with, he'd just have ice. Álarr looked up at the mention of boneset and other herbs. "Oh? Are you a healer to?  My name is Álarr Imperialis. Have you been having much luck storing herbs?" Beyond drying them he hadn't found a better way to store them.

Álarr began mixing the dried yarrow with a little bit of the water to rehydrate it and then he began working it into a thick paste before adding in a bit of clay. Satisfied with the results he moved over toward the man and began to apply the mixture to his wounds. The yarrow would help with the bleeding and swelling and the clay would help the mixture adhere to his fur. "I'll get the boneset Alarr." The boy nodded and turned back to the man. "When he gets back would you be able to help me apply it to my back?" He couldn't really reach back there and would need the help. As the cat darted off in search of the boneset Álarr settled down to wait. "I still can't believe that bear attacked us. I need to work on my fighting skills, if you hadn't been there I'd be toast." He was a capable fighter for his young age but many of his lessons had fallen to the wayside as he pursued his interest in healing. This definitely proved he needed to work on his skills.

"I suppose with so much of the land destroyed there are going to be a lot of hungry predators and a lot of hungry wolves to compete with." That meant conflict over food and scare resources was going to become more common. His fight skills would help him protect himself but he needed to improve. Maybe he could talk to his dad or his brother about getting more serious with fighting lessons.

Afi soon returned with a stalk of boneset complete with the leaves, he set it down at the feet of the stranger. "We're in luck but I'm willing to bet that's the last of it. The plans are dying off quickly now."