Washed away

Several moments after the furred creature scurried away a white wolf slowly made his way up the stairs of the treehouse. He rounded the corner inside and took another three steps to his own door. He stood in the doorway quietly for a moment, trying to determine if she was indeed awake and not wanting to disturb her in case Jase had misread her stirring for dreams.

"Ah, you are awake. Good." He said, "Careful! Your back is wrapped for healing, I need to redress it." He warned her in case she startled and tried to move. "That bear got you pretty good." He started to prepare a fresh bowl of paste and grabbed the herbs he needed from the rafters around the room.

"Speech!"