On The Borders Of Safety [Healing Lesson]

Lukina skirted around the trees as she slipped through the weeping woods in search of white willow bark. Winter wasn't the ideal time to gather bark but she'd take what she could get in these times of need. With a pair of hide bags slung over her hips she went on her way, pausing when she heard a call for healers. She knew the call likely wasn't meant for her but she had a spare pheasant she didn't intend to eat and the howl sounded vaguely familiar.

She followed it to the source, a small gathering tucked just inside the weeping woods. Lukina recognized the large saber-fanged girl but wasn't sure if she'd met the other two. "Hey! Are you having a healing lesson? I'll pay of course." She turned her head and pulled the pheasant out of one of the bags. With the sudden imbalance in weight her other bag slid right off. Shoot… she'd have to add rocks or something.