out of season

Probably tomorrow, right? Spoken like an experienced hunter. Theory laughed softly, nodding in agreement. Superficial wounds like this often didn't rear their ugly head until the next day or two. Luckily it seemed to be a clear hole where the tip of the antlers had bored into his shoulder - no jagged edges, no hidden pockets where infection might brew. Easy enough to clean and pack. Theory sent out a short call to Alouette, her raven companion. The sprightly bird took to the skies and soared out of sight to grab the alpha's small medicine kit. She was no longer a novice, but her on-the-go bag still wasn't as well equipped as a master healer. Hopefully by the springtime that would change.

As Lyric spoke, Theo nodded in agreement. "Yes! Exactly. We're going to pack the wound with combination of moss and wool after thoroughly cleaning it. The bruising around the area - " she gestured to his shoulder which was a bit swollen and tender, " - will get worse over the next few days before it gets better." Theory sat back and addressed the both of them: "It's important to keep it clean over the coming days, but it should start closing on its own within a week." Alouette returned, kit in hand. The raven alighted between them and dropped a simple hide that was rolled up to contain moss, some pain relieving herbs, and bits of wool and soft plant fiber. "Lyric, would you demonstrate how to clean the wound - if you wouldn't mind letting him, Beat."