'Til all my sleeves are stained red

Walk | Talk | Think

She had been on the opposite side of the Garden, seeking out any early green shoots that she could find. Spring was going to soon be upon them, and the faster she figured out where the plants were going to come in the faster she could get to gathering them. And she really did need to redo her own stores of plants and herbs. She and let them go in her sickness, their strong scents combined with her keen nose making it near impossible for her to settle her stomach to the point that they could no longer share her den, and a little she wished to bite her own tail for it. It had been a stupid move; some of those plants had been hard to come by. But what was done was done and she just needed to move on.

The sound of Katja calling for assistance, however, was much more interesting. Very rarely did the Sola Knights of Ebony get called to anything in particular - at least not since the sickness - and the shadowy colored yearling could think of nothing good that would require their attention. She was not a full-fledged healer yet, not ranked amongst those that she trained under, but she was getting there. But more than that she was curious, always jumping at the chance to learn.

So while she was no Sola Knight - not yet anyway - she gave up her early plant hunt and set off across the Garden, cutting an odd path through the many standing stones until she caught the heavy, unmistakeable scent of blood. And lots of it. Her nose wrinkled well before she finally found them, the white wolf lying upon her side with her leg - a leg that lacked a paw, Calli noted - being pressed upon by Katja's paws. What the hell..? For a second Callisto was stunned into inaction. The telltale blood surrounding the white wolf's muzzle told the story of how the lower appendage had been lost. What she could not fathom was why.

Getting herself back, Callisto shook her head to clear it and walked forward on steady grey legs, her head lowered and her blue eyes glancing from Katja to the paw-less limb. "That looks pretty nasty," she commented, her mind already searching for a feasible treatment and finding one though she had none of it on hand. "Horsetail might be good for binding that," she remarked, only familiar with the plant at all because of the epidemic. She had made it a point to learn about those plants involved with the cure once she had been of a mind to retain it. "It grows around the lake." A lot of good that did her here. She doubted it was even possible to move the injured wolf there without having her lose consciousness or die from blood loss along the way. "Unless there's another pond close by?" she asked, watching Katja for a response. With healthy stores of the plant growing around the lake, she had found no use in looking elsewhere. Katja had never struck her as the healer type, but maybe she knew a little more about the lay of the lands than Callisto did and could help in her own way.