Take away Tomorrow
03-09-2014, 02:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-09-2014, 02:28 PM by Altavro.)
ooc: hope you guys don't mind me sliding in here ;n;
[flesh and bone] The wandering wolf had found himself in yet another strange land. This area did seem to boast quite a few of those. Of course, the tall grasses gave Altavro a much more isolated feeling than he actually was. He had all but walked on top of the other wolves when he first sensed their presence, ears flicking to catch the tail end of a sentence "-know no healers..." The rest he tuned out as soon as he heard it - introductions meant little to the male. But if someone needed a healer, as a Nomad, as a decent wolf, he was obligated to come to their aid. He could back away now and pretend that he had never even heard them, but the idea didn't even occur to the golden male. So the wolf would step carefully forward, digging his claws into the soil as he eyed the two females. His gaze would lock immediately on the injury, a broken forepaw, and begin to cycle through herbs. It would have to be set, of course, but Altavro could handle that easily enough. Even as he thought, however, the male opened his maw and spoke carefully, "My name is Altavro of the Nomads, and I am a healer." Comfrey and Arnica, if he could get his paws on them, and something for the pain of course, and it would have to be properly set. All doable things, though he would be lucky if he could find the proper herbs swiftly. And that was just his luck, wasn't it. "Do you two need any assistance?" Well, to him it seemed pretty obvious that they did, and that that was more of a formality than anything, but he would ask anyways. Broken bones were nasty injuries, but not impossible to heal. It would be difficult, as wolves were not fond of staying still long enough for a wound such as that to heal properly, thinking it safe to move long before it actually was. It would be to the benefit of all if a Nomad was the one to set the bone. That wasn't arrogance speaking, no, it was simply a voice of experience. There were many things Altavro did not know. How to take care of a broken limb was not one of those things, and that was that. |