Spinning out of control

She had been looking down his spine for any signs of fur out place - for more than just the obvious wet-rustled fur reason. But she didn’t bother telling him that. She only swatted at his paw, a touch playfully, in retaliation. She was trying very hard to find something out of place, to give her an excuse to bust open her supplies and busy her mind in her favourite way. Pyr was a brilliant specimen, healthy, fit, and huge. She doubted he ever had many health issues, and likely only saw a healer for battle wounds. Of course, he had called himself a tinkerer, so perhaps it would be more burns and scrapes across his paws.

The tawny wolf rolled to his side, lifting a foreleg, and offering her a spot in his warm, and partly dry belly. She grabbed her healer bag, pulling it closer to her, before accepting his gift.

Huddled against his chest, she could feel the warmth radiating from him, despite the dampness of their coats. Relishing in this small luxury, she opened her bag and pulled out a small jar with one of her slaves. It was dark in color, and consisted of Elderberry, with a hint of honey and ginger. It was one of her more common salves, and not the one she kept aside for emergencies - for those that a simple cold could become much more serious. She used her flat mixing stick to scoop out a small portion, and offered it to Pyr to lick. “A healer is always prepared” she said, in retaliation for his comment about struggling to find something in this cave.