The crack in my foundation

Mojito · Updated 04/30/23:

Mojito had known that with his recent promotion he'd be called on even more than he'd already been and it seemed that would prove true sooner than he'd expected. The new responsibility he carried sat uncomfortably on him, though he expected... or rather hoped that he would grow into it in time, he wasn't so naive as to be optimistic that he'd get to see the eternal winter release its grip before he was called upon but he had to hope that at the very least he'd be given some time to replenish his bare-bones store of herbs... he had a mind to take up the garden he'd been made aware of but knew well enough it would be difficult enough to break ground let alone get a flourishing garden going while the cold clung to the bones of the world.

So it wasn't exactly a great sign that his warlord was calling for him so soon, and with something clearly marring his tone though the boy would not be able to place it until later when the man would explain the scene Mojito was about to walk upon. Basic healing herbs, one of only three bundles left of the most basic of herbs tucked in his mouth with Hoa set to trot a little ways behind him the boy would walk upon something truly terrifying. He quickly attempted to assess the scene before him, bones, flesh, and what appeared to be shattered wood scattered around a crumbled form he did not recognize and the warlord. A cursory glance over the unsettling remains at least told him that they didn't belong to either of the wolves before him, they appeared charred and neither Sirius or the woman seemed too badly burnt, though a slight redness around what he could see of the warlord's paws and chest told him the man had likely fished the remains out of whatever fire they'd been in.

Mojito pushed forward, pushing Sirius' wounds to the bottom of his list when he noticed that he at least was conscious whereas the woman was not. She had her own light burns, her shoulders were rubbed raw and there were some partially healed wounds of her own. He glanced at the warlord as he started to undo his little bundle, separating out some Meadowsweet, dandelions, and marigold. He sent Hoa back with the remaining herbs instructing him to store them as needed, leaving him alone with the other wolves.

"Meadowsweet for pain." Mojito said pushing the small white flowers towards the man. "One for you, and if you can help her swallow it, one for her. I'll start with the burns, to make sure they're not infected. Can you tell me about those?" He gestured with his muzzle towards the partially healing wounds the woman bore, unsure if the warlord would have an answer or not but figured it probably hadn't helped the matter. His tone was all business, though it was obvious from the way his gaze moved he was dying to ask what had happened... but was forcing himself to focus on his patients first. He didn't wait to hear if Sirius was going to give him any information before he started stripping the petals from the marigold as carefully as possible to prepare to apply them to the burns.

"Speech"

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The crack in my foundation

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