I Fly Low, Like A Broken Arrow

m é l i s a n d e


it happened too fast.. and there is no time to be wasted; Melisande is skilled & quick as she moves, visiting her den site that wasn't too far off before returning with a mouthful of dandelion: a herb to ease any pain and inflammation. she quickly chewed it while resuming closely near Haydee, listening some more as she directed a plan. a quick nod and melisande went to word- his scut erect as she focused her red eyes on the massive form of Gilgamesh. ears flatten, speaking of her discomfort from being so close to such a perceived danger, but not much else is expressed. preforming for ethne, she comes to seat herself across another healer.
while the other girl asks what happened, melisande moved into action. she begins to gently lay out the paste topically near the wounds that littered his temples, laying it next to the previously placed moss. melisande turns to gaze at the downed wolf's abdominal area after. she the spoke aloud, with a serious tone, unbothered by the pack's chaos. "He's got to have broken ribs; his cough is hoarse. undoubtably he may a concussion and several contusions underneath his body. the dandelion should relax some of his pain and calm his inflammation, along with the bruising." she bits her lip, eyes full of worry as she glances at the others speaking their points & views. "Is there any Echinacea about?" her eyes flicker to the other healer now, hopeful as she aims to prevent infection.

"talk" "think"