Marshmallows

Álarr listened politely to Iki's answer, craning his head to gaze curiously at her paws as she wiggled her toes in a way that he never could. He grinned. "You are indeed blessed. I rely on my companions for finer movements. Brynhildr," he nodded his head to his raven. "She can suture far better than I ever could hope to." He folded the corners of the smaller piece of hide the bowl was setting on and then carefully used it to carry the bowl toward the fire. Once close enough he used his fangs to hold the hide and his paw to scoot it off.

"Now we wait. We'll want the water to come to a boil and boil for five minutes or so." She asked why he became a healer and Álarr had to think for a moment. "Hmm, it just always seemed interesting to me. My pack is a pack of warriors so injuries are frequent. It seemed a good way to help in addition to battle."