There's A Marching Band Still Playing In That Vacant Lot

Lúta scratched at her ears wishing her attempt at removing the little fungi had gone better. She had worked up the courage to remove some and suffered through the pain of it all only for the fungus to grow back with a-vengeance to the point that her hearing was significantly impaired in her left ear. Too make matters worse she had a respiratory infection, likely fungal in nature and she feared she might pick up yet another bout of pneumonia. And as if all that wasn't enough she was out on her own, a loner with no pack for support this time.

She stretched out on the warm rocks that surrounded the hot springs, waiting for her peppermint decoction to cool enough that she could apply it to her ears. Peppermint oil had antifungal properties and if she was lucky perhaps she could slow if not stop the fungal growths that plagued her. She also planned to drink the rest as a tea with some honey to soothe her throat and ease her cough.