Test Your Luck

Jakart nosed the tree and inhaled the woods scent. Hmmm. It smelled strange, not revolting or anything, just different from pines and willows. Sandalwood. An oil pressed from the meat of the tree. Jakart turned back to Callisto as the she wolf came up beside him and asked about the bark. "Ya. I think my dad would squeeze it or stamp it. Guess you can mush it up to." Jakart's jaw twisted into a frown. "He used it when he was younger, after the fire burned his muzzle and paws. The worst part was that his nerves weren't burned away. Months and months of pain..." The grey male trailed off, shivering at the thought of flesh hanging loosely from your jaws, just how much of a struggle eating must have been. The infection. "But this tree is good stuff." Jakart pawed at the bark as his thoughts shifted, lifting his jaws up to wrench a strip off. The stuff tasted foul, the grey wolf turning to offer the pack healer the procured wood. " Herr yuh goh Calestoh. Eony ned dit?"