Make it stretch

Gwynevere sighed as she stepped into the infirmary and immediately went to stand by the roaring fireplace. The Auster winter felt particularly harsh this year and her paws were stinging and sore from walking across the ice and snow. She pulled her traveling cloak off and draped it over a chair that was sitting next to the hearth so that it could dry while she warmed herself and contemplated her next move. The only herb that she used frequently and hadn't really found a way to successfully grow in abundance in the pack's green house was horsetail. There was something about the river bank that just cultivated it so naturally that seemed to be hard to replicate indoors. She usually had a fairly good stockpile of the sticky substance she extracted from it, but she was concerned with how chilling this winter was that it might affect the supply of it come spring or that this winter might stretch on longer than she'd like. Either way, she was going to have to get creative with what she had just in case.

She didn't have any patients to tend to immediately and she had already checked on Briar's new pups this morning so she had some free time to do some experiments. Once she had thawed out from her herb scouting mission to the river she got up and went over to the cabinet that held at least one jar or vial of all of her usual supplies. There was only one jar of horsetail left on the shelf and a little frown pulled at her lips. She knew they had many more prepped in the pharmacy closet, but it just felt ironic given her concern. Perhaps she would need to think of a better way for her and the packs other healers to communicate when they used a certain medicine or at least when they were running low on something so they would avoid running out. For the longest time she was the only healer using these supplies so she only had to keep track of herself, but now with Solaire successfully working on his own and Syanna back and working in the pack once more there were more paws in the pot–so to speak.

Turning back toward her desk, she put the jar on the surface and carefully pulled out a wide, shallow, ceramic bowl for her to work with. She didn't like to use the surface of her desk since she didn't want to risk messing up the more porous material of the wood and sometimes felt like wood could absorb some of whatever she was working with, wasting the substance. Scooping out a bit of the substance, she spread it across a portion of the bottom of the bowl while she pondered its properties and what might be most similar to it. Before she could land on any particular solutions or thoughts, however, a sound at the door drew her attention and she looked up to spot one of Bowen's pups. She smiled to her niece, immediately and happily distracted from her work to greet the little girl. "Sprig, come in! Are you just visiting or did you need something?"

WC: 533
Total: 533 / 1500

"Gwynevere Carpathius"