Old scars on an old wolf

The call from his father nearly gave the yearling a heart attack, he understood the meaning well enough and it took a moment to shock his brain into gear. Almost immediately the boy was quickly gathering up what little supplies he had. So far he'd made small bundles of a few more commonly used herbs, helped by Halo, so they were ready just in case but he was still very much new to it all. He only kept bundles with the herbs he'd managed to memorize that far, which wasn't a lot yet. Small bundles of Dandelions, Agrimony and Yarrow, the most likely to be needed herbs. He grabbed one of the bundles, small scraps of leather used to hold them together and keep him from getting the precious plants in his own mouth. He would need to ask where he could find more soon as he didn't have easy access to many of them, except dandelion which were easy enough to find. He then moved to grab a rough stone bowl, he'd found a small cave within the mountain that had a small stream of water running down the wall, probably run off from the melting snow caps but it was strained by the rocks so it was probably clean, he put the bowl under the stream and let it fill partially before asking Riya to carry it for him. He went to go pick up his herb bundle and stood at the mouth of the cave for a moment, mind running through everything he'd been cramming into his brain the last little bit, was he missing something? What if he forgot something vital? His anxiety was spiking hard and it was only when Riya silently bumped into his shoulder that he was jolted back to the present. Right, he had help, he wasn't alone. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat he nodded at his leopard and then set off.

It didn't take too long to get to where his father was, he was instantly looking for what was wrong, not totally hard to spot and he swallowed hard again, but didn't falter in his approach. He gestured for Riya to put the bowl down and he gave his father a somewhat anxious smile around his own bundle, settled himself down in front of the warlord and dropped his package at his paws. "Hello father." Formal, probably a bit too much to be honest but his nerves were getting to him and he was trying desperately to remember everything he'd learned so far. "May I?" He gestured to the wound on his father's leg, if it was life threatening he'd been told that it was okay to act first, ask permission second but since it didn't seem that would likely be the case he was supposed to at least seek consent first, since his father was awake and lucid, at least as far as he could tell.

Crux & Riya