Caught Off Guard

"A queen indeed," Scylla purred as she pulled supplies from her pack; a spool of horsehair thread and an extremely sharp bone needle of her own crafting. Titles had never meant much to the slate and cream woman. Being alpha of a pack didn't change that much. Sure, she was the Sovereign, but she'd only chosen the title because it sounded fun. Anyone could call themselves anything that they wished.

Atreyu offered her own healing supplies and Scylla shook her head in the negative. "Every good healer brings a small kit with them at all times," she informed the girl. "Good that you have your own." Taking a square of clean cloth from her pack, Scylla moved to a nearby stream, soaking the fabric in the cool water. Upon returning to Atreyu's side, she gently cleaned the slash marks, ridding them of any clinging fur or debris. "It's always important to clean a wound thoroughly before you stitch it." It may have hurt a bit, but it was necessary.

Toes dipped into a little crock that Scylla had pulled from her bag. "Feverfew, yarrow and St John's Wort mixed with fat and honey," She kept her patient informed as she smoothed the salve gently upon the wounds. "This will promote healing, seal the wound and help with pain." Next would come the sutures and Scylla set to threading her needle.

"Scylla"