Cherry Blossom Lips
01-27-2014, 09:16 PM
Shilah's mind set right to the task at hand with an clear and direct focus that other wolves often found unnerving. His breath was slow, deep and steady. Scents slipped through his nostrils and out through his mouth as he shifted the air and earth for the herbs that would bring health and healing to Twig's injury. It was through scent that Shilah relied most heavily on his herblore. The eyes were always so easy to trick but that said they were also quite critical. Splashes of color were always difficult to miss. Arnica. The yellow, daisy-like flower, shifted teasingly in the wind. It was an unusual plant for certain, it wasn't typical held in the nomadic arsenal but it was easier to find than rarer plants like wolfsbane or wintergreen. It was a potent plant with anti-inflammatory properties as well as pain relief. Of course, like all strong painkillers it was also dangerous. Large amounts could cause internal bleeding. Gently maneuvering his jaws around the downy leaves he gave a sharp tug, collecting a couple of the plants before moving onto his next target. St. Johns Wort. He had no idea what the name meant but it was a useful herb for taming inflammation and could also ease her pain. Again the signature yellow flowers confirmed Shilah's nose and the brute quickly went about pulling the plants, root and all as he debated about whether he should try and splint Twig's sprain. It wasn't particularly vital to this injury but it would help her with locomotion and Shilah had a feeling she was anxious to get going as soon as possible. Pausing near a white willow tree that grew around a small former farm pond, he laid down the plants and began stripping off a few pieces of bark, careful to take only what was necessary and not all in one place so as not to harm the tree. A few cattails and he felt sufficiently prepared. It was already getting late and he didn't want to leave her alone too long. One never knew who might be creeping about. ___________ Shilah slipped into the pit, ears flicking forward as he realized Twig was asleep. She seemed so much gentler resting and he was almost loathe to wake her and raise her back into pain. However, Shilah new better than to touch another without their awareness unless the situation was dire. He set down his herbs. "Miss Twig? Miss Twig I've returned." Speech |
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