Do you know where the wild things go?

Alena was an agreeable wolf, the type he'd easily make friends with. He was thankful for her company in this new area, where he was completely out of his element. Tiresias found himself hoping that his patch-job wouldn't scar too badly for her, although he had no real say in the matter. The herbs necessary to keep the wound from scarring weren't nearby at the time. He'd been too worried about saving her life to think about what the aftermath might look like. She didn't seem the type to be angry about it. Honestly, she might not even know the difference unless he told her.



The female rolled onto her stomach and he was pleased to see that she was beginning to feel better. She mentioned the fact that she wished he'd gone to Amenti, and by now, he'd almost started wishing it himself. Tyberius was there, and his new female friend would be there as well. In Seracia, he knew no one. But... it would never work out. Sure, Alena would enjoy his company but would Tyberius? The cripple had already run from him once and seemed determined never to see him again. Tiresias would be happy to see him but he was sure that it would end in disaster. "At least someone would enjoy my company if I were there."



Her suggestion seemed like a good idea to him. In her line of duty, she was sure to add new scars to her collection and the least he could do would be to give her the information she needed to survive on her own. "Certainly. On your wound, I used agrimony, which is used to staunch bleeding. I also used lemon balm for disinfectant. It can be used as a mild sedative, if you should ever need that." He paused, wondering what else he could tell her. It was much easier to show the wolf the plants he was talking about as he talked about them, because it was so simple to confuse them with a simple verbal description.