A simple salve

The white wolf placed a chunk of the beeswax into the dry bowl while the water simmered around it, careful not to mix the two. He looked up and saw one of his family members approach him, seemingly curious! Excellent! Company!

"Hello!" He greeted warmly, as he placed the lard into the softened beeswax. "It is I! The boy who lived! I seem to have misplaced your name, Cousin... Terra?" He could almost grasp it in the fogginess of his childhood illness, trying to focus on those memories was always hard for him. It wasn't until last season that he had finally shaken off the last vestiges of his weakness and came out into the party of social life.

He mixed the wax, and fat together and slowly added the warm floral red oil to the mix. The salves would be a good supporter for any burns, bites, bruises, scrapes, and small wounds out in the field. "How have the goats been treating you?" He asked playfully, he didn't know much about Tethys but he wondered what the lingering scent of Goat was telling him about her.


"Speech"