Falling in Fall

Theory watched with a bemused look as Suspense tore pell-mell back towards the den at Samara's instruction. "I'm glad they can learn so much from you - I definitely could as well." Ever the obedient patient, she dipped her head to carefully nibble on the meadowsweet. She'd never get used to the particular herbaceous, bitter taste of most medicines, but the point was not to create a delectable meal. "Thank you," she murmured. Samara was a wonderful match for her father - and the very proof, of course, came back running just as the thought crossed her mind. Theo grinned as Suspense skidded to a stop in front of her. Following Samara's instructions again, she began to transform the trillium into a paste. She wanted to learn to take joy in this process. Healing was important. A positive force for good. Although she still found herself befuddled by some of the more complicated tinctures and potions, she was becoming better equipped. She felt far more competent than she did this time last year. "Alright, ready to be treated. Nurse Suspense?" she said, only half in jest as she extended her wounded paw towards her littlest sister.