Out of the Woods

Oleander arrived at the and den noted the fierce look on his cousin's face. Bas announced he was leaving the den today and Oleander lifted his brows at the intensity of the announcement that probably would have melted Ignita's face into a puddle. w

"Good, so you're well enough for some questions." Ollie wasn't phased at all as he approached the towering giant with saber teeth and saber claws. He removed the plaster of herbs from the warlord's head and looked carefully through his fur at the bruise. "I cleared Iggy for duty, she seemed more than well enough to get back to work after all that." The bruise was much better already thanks to the miracle of the arnica and comfrey.

"Can ya tell me how many handles on the basket I brought in?" He asked as he looked over Basilisk's stitches. The basket should have only one handle, but if he saw a ghost of a second one he wasn't going anywhere today. Some of the stitches were going to be a headache now for sure. A few spots were mildly infected along the great rip of his first polar bear fight. Ollie would dab at them with some tincture to clean them out but the stretching had torn the first set of stitches and made the second set a little more difficult to pull in and sew up.

"Speech"