Stitch by stitch

Azariah had been busy gathering things for a basic first-aid kit, though she was on one of her drop off stops currently. Herbs with anti-microbial properties and small, but strong, bones for sutures. She made sure to keep in mind she would have to make a trip back to the Forgotten Isle and get her bag. She had found it in one of the larger dens there, and missed having it handy. Still, the back and forth of gathering and dropping off herbs kept her busy as Ulric was away from her. His absence had become something that caused her to worry excessively and she had to keep herself busy in these moments or she would surely crumble. It was such an intense feeling, even her heart physically squeezed in her chest to a nearly painful degree. Which was why when she caught the scent of him, she nearly erupted with excitement. Dropping the bits of calming lavender on the floor by their bed, Azariah turned and rushed to greet him. Her head tilted as she came in to kiss him, her tail waving happily behind her. "How was your trip, love? And what have you brought home?" She knew what leather was, though, she wanted to know his plans for it. In her mind it was a perfect armor thickness, something that would stop most wolves' teeth. She burrowed her head against his chest and made her signature purring sound to make sure he knew she was happy he had made it home. Taking a second to listen to his heart as she waited to hear his plans for the antlers and leather.