Broken, Broken Bells
Drifa, Acere ?
12-22-2019, 08:30 PM
A startled yelp was her answer and then a demand that she go away. Drífa's ears flicked back as she summoned her patience. Ok, so this was going to be less straight forward than she hoped. "I will not enter if you do not wish me to, but I should like very much to help if I can." Thankfully, Acere arrived to elaborate on the situation and her brow lifted in surprise. A wolf that didn't understand pack borders? Now that was strange. Even among nomadic groups that did not believe in such things there was an understanding that other wolves did claim territory and trespassing was just asking for trouble. "Ah, I see. So you met her before she showed up here. That's good to know, she might listen more to you than a complete stranger." Acere spoke out, trying to reach the young woman under their care. Drífa thought he chose his words well but moments later a strange creature she hadn't ever seen before wandered out. It was like some sort of strange cross between a rodent and a raccoon. She packed away her amazement, that could be addressed another time and she nodded swiftly. "Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking." She carefully slipped her pack off her shoulders and nimbly used her teeth to open the top. Reaching in she pulled out a bundle wrapped in leather and opened it to reveal a mostly plucked sage grouse. Halla had done the plucking, a choice Drífa made as she did not know how weak her patient would be. No wolf needed to be fussing over pulling out feathers in a weakened state and she hoped the young bird would be easier to manage than a deer leg. "I have this sage grouse I can add some herbs under the skin that could help calm her if you're sure she'll eat. Otherwise I do have a bowl I could add some water to and add in a tincture." Halla walked over to the pack and began pulling out a wide assortment of herbs from lavender to a particular kind of mushroom she'd forgotten the name of but she was sure Drífa knew. "Otherwise, my only other recommendation would be to try and get her to breathe. To hold her tongue in the middle of her mouth and breathe in deeply and hold it for 7 seconds, breath out and then hold for 7 seconds again." Breathing was certainly no cure but it was one little thing that could help weaken the maddening cycle of the girls mind. It was something Drífa was taught long ago, she just wished she could remember to do it herself when memories of her lost loved ones came flooding into her in the middle of the night. "Or… if worse comes to worse, I do have something else but I'd rather not use it if I don't have to." It wasn't very nice, but it was useful for occasions that required a slap in the face. She had some hot chiles. It wouldn't take much of the volatile peppers to put a wolf in a world of hurt but sometimes the pain was all that was needed to distract from the racing mind and break one out of a dangerous loop long enough for other methods to be administered. Her teacher would not have approved but Drífa was trained on the battlefield. She'd use what she had to. "I talk" | 'I think' |
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