Where The Edges Blur

How he watched her... the woman didn't pay attention to the oddity of it. Of the things that might have warned her that this wolf was not exactly the kind she should be so open around. She would frown a little as his lips went back, his answer sharp, though she gave reason to that to be the pain. Any odd action, at the point, was placed due to the stress and pain of the wound. Nothing more. He would even look confused for a moment, but Ellis remained at her respectful distance, her gentle smile not fading.

Then the permission to approach was granted and the woman would dip her head, keeping herself respectful. To her this was her natural way of being, especially when looking over a patient. Little did she know that these simple actions may help her with dealing with this brute. But... what would fate truly hold?

"Thank you." She would move beside him, teal-green eyes gazing over the cut. It was a nasty one... it seemed whoever had delivered it truly wished to mark him as he so put it. The female would take a step back, turning her gaze back to him and speaking in that same soft voice.

"The wound is does not yet appear to be infected. With your permission I will make a poultice of comfrey and goldenrod to the wound. Those herbs will help sooth the pain and aid in the healing process. Due to the location of the wound I won't be able to place anything over it, but as long as you don't rub or wash the medicine off it will be able to do it's job... If that's alright with you all I ask is that you either wait here for me to fetch the herbs or come with me to my den."




"Speech"

"Settle down." Said my heart.

...and so here it was I would settle down.