Let My People Go

When the howl went up Ellis was a flurry of fur and herbs. She had been collecting things in the range, though close enough to hear Valentine's call. It started her, but the meaning was clear. She needed to get back and treat someone within Abaven. The usual bundled up leaves within her jaws, supporting various, currently unsorted herbs, the female would scurry off in the direction her alpha called from. She knew little of the inner dramas of the pack, nor what might be going out outside it, so she was certainly less than prepared for the scene she arrived to. Luckily Revenge was there -- inexperienced as he was he was still a good first aid giver. The female would arrive in time for the white male, covered in wounds, to ask if he should eat the herbs presented to him. Clearing her throat, the small healer made her presence known.

"Yes, but only eat about half. It'll help you, but if you eat the full amount you might end up resting at Imperium's borders for a while." She had set the bundle of herbs at her paws, gaze going over to Revenge. Now was as good a time as any to see what he had learned, what he knew. "What have you done for his wounds thus far?" Cleaned them at least she would assume, perhaps administering some medication, though some catchweed would still be needed to make sure he didn't rub the mixtures off right away. The small woman was in full healer mode, gaze settled on her pupil.

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'

"Settle down." Said my heart.
...and so here it was I would settle down.