Grinding Joints [Justice]

"I intend to," she grumbled darkly. The fact that he had apparently not been keeping up with his fight training was just a very excellent excuse to work out some personal frustration in a spar with him to work him into shape. Maybe it didn't say much for her skill at being in charge, either, if she couldn't keep the pack fighting fit.

He asked her to fetch him something - what, was she a dog? didn't he have a pet for that? - but she didn't argue or say anything snide because she was genuinely interested in whatever the fuck it was he was making, so she just slouched over to where he'd indicated and scanned until she found the packet he was asking for. She snuffed at it, taking a moment to fix the scent and sight of the dried herb to the name. Calendula. She plucked it up to carry it over to him and drop it beside his bowl. "Burn salve eh? What else you have in there?" Now that she was close enough to smell it over the woodsmoke, the tallow had a few tantalizingly familiar scents mixed into it. At first blush she thought the idea a little dumb - if someone was stupid enough to get burned maybe they should deal with the consequences of their actions for a while until it healed - but after a moment she admitted to herself despite her foul mood that a burn salve could definitely come in handy for sunburns in the lighter skinned wolves, or for pups who didn't know better. Or hell, for needing to go into a wildfire area for rescues, when burns were nearly inevitable.