❥❥ OOC: Gathering Lavender & Motherwort (to aid with stress, depression, & anxiety)

❥❥ Stardust was not normally a selfish creature, under normal circumstances, she would be searching for herbs to help someone else's suffering. Today found her in a rare mood, and she suffered greatly from it. Insomnia and nightmares had eaten her nights for the past week, as a healer for the pack that was a more dangerous ailment than anything else. She could misdiagnose someone or give them something they were allergic to and kill them with the wrong treatment or plant! There were lives literally hanging onto the fact that she got enough sleep and could perform normally, of course, not currently. But, she had to be in perfect working order if she was going to do her job. With this in mind, the tan and cream healer made her way toward the valley of Lirim, moving a bit heavy-limbed as a result of her growing fatigue. Soon enough she would have all she needed to make a relaxing herbal remedy to help her sleep at night, and everything would return to how it was before.

"Soothing voice." Quiet paws. Whispering mind. "Spoken to."

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Rather small feet now brought the beginning healer to the edge of Lirim's rolling valley, it was a place that was absolutely perfect for gathering various herbs, and there was certainty a high chance of conversing with another healer. Despite having announced herself as a healer Baelfire, in reality, knew very little of herbs and such. That didn't mean she wasn't eager to learn, luckily she was blessed with a sharp mind that easily retained knowledge. Her light green eyes now rested on a two toned individual that seemed to be searching intently for something, she smelled of herbs and of the earth, she had to be a healer! Excitement soon over took the sandy canine, her ears pricking forwards in interest for the canine. Previously slow steps now took the wolf into a level trot as she came to stand right in the wolfs' path, she needed to know if she was in need of help. If she was, Baelfire would certainly give it to her. "Good afternoon, may I ask what you're looking for? Perhaps I could help?" Standing eye level with the canine was a great feeling, it seemed that most wolves of Boreas towered over the average sized Baelfire. "Speech" Walk. "You." 'Think.'