The healer could often be found in her garden, to which she had tendered to over the course of Spring. It was flowering well come summer, through some of her herbs had begun to wilt in the greater heat. If she wasn’t there, she was in her den, which lay nearby. The burrow was larger than an average den, stocked well with shelving and jars, and herbs in different states of drying or preserving. She had slowly enlarged the den and grown her stock over the seasons she had been a member of Kesali. The studious healer was, today, mixing her oils as she tested preservatives, creating a different mixture for the same herb, which she spread out across a half dozen different packets. She would know in a season which preservative was the better, and was greatly interested in seeing the results. The day slowly progressed, though she did not mark its passing. She was much too engrossed in the job, and was an oily mess by the time she sealed her last jar and took a step back. She gave a satisfied look over the self that was made up entirely of experiments, before wondering out of her den and to the stream that was located very near her den. It was here that her herbs had access to irrigation after all. She cleaned her paws in the stream, using a soap she had created herself to scruff free the oily substance. Speech Duty before Self

Well, her day had been a total shitstorm. She returned to Kesali full of cuts and bruises both mild and severe. She had tried to hunt, but her prey had run into the Gambit Briar and she being too prideful to give up the chase ended up chasing the rabbit right in. It had been all for nothing, however. All she managed to get was hurt on the way in, and even more so on the way out. Her skin stung from the thorns scratching across her body, her fur was tangled and messy with thorns still stuck to her. She was bleeding. She was hurt. And she was in a really bad mood. Of course, it didn't help when Rhavaniel decided to laugh at her for being stupid enough to chase the rabbit into that tangled mess. She regretted it big time, and all she wanted to do was crawl into her den and forget it ever happened. But her paws hurt from the thorns stuck in them that she had been unable to get out...and she was too pissed with Rhava to let her help. So instead, she painfully limped home and into pack lands. In a slow attempt to get to her den. What she didn't count on was someone being around as she trudged by. But she didn't notice because all she cared about and focused on was getting to that water. She neared the stream that cut through the land and Holly decided she needed to rest here. Ungracefully, she slipped down onto her stomach and into the water, looking even more a mess but she didn't care. The water felf soothing on her stinging wounds, and so she closed her eyes and let loose a sigh. "Too bad we almost made it."

As she finished cleaning her paws, and placed the soap back into its place near the stream, she would look up and see the approach of a wolf. The wolf wasn’t in great shape, nothing immediately life threatening at first glance, but definitely roughed up and looked like she was feeling it. She didn’t recognise the wolf, but knew her for a pack member. Grabbing her sachet, which she had wiggled out of before stepping into the stream, she would walk over to the woman. “Hello there, I don’t believe we’ve meet. I’m Riva, the packs Drabengro” and inspiring to be Drarnego she thought privately to herself. “Do you mind if I check you over?” she asked politely, already grabbing in her satchel for a jar. Going by scent she found the one she needed and pried it gently open in her teeth. She grabbed the clean stick she used for scooping out her herbs and placing it in front of her. “This will help with the pain” she explained, the scent of Meadowsweet, Lavender, ginger in different amount infusing the air. She would wait then to see if the older girl would take the herb, and give her permission to proceed. Speech Duty before Self

It didn't take long for her to be found. Eyes opened when she heard someone approaching and then speaking. She turned her head to look at the she-wolf who had introduced herself as Riva, one of the pack healers. She contemplated on whether she should reply...finally deciding that she probably should. Holly. Drab." She sighed as she watched Riva pull something out, and when she opened it she could smell the various ingredients contained. As prideful as she was, she knew she should probably accept the help that Riva offered. She didn't know or remember much herself. Or at least anything that would do her any good. She nodded, "Please," She waited until Riva pulled out some herb-on-a -stick thing and placed it in front of her. Holly didn't hesitate for too long before she reached for it, wincing as her movement caused her many wounds to protest. When she finished that, she slowly stood and limped out of the stream to sit on the bank so that Riva could get a better look at her. She felt embarrassed about the way she looked, but she could clean herself up later. "Too bad we almost made it."

The wolf named herself Holly, and introduced herself as a novice healer. That was enough to tell Riva that the woman had some interest in the healing craft, even if she was too exhausted and beaten up to see to herself right now. The woman ate the herbs and moved out of the water for easy retch, and Riva gave the stick a quick wash in the stream before following her. “That contained Meadsweet, Lavender and Ginger” she explained to the woman, “Which is to promote calm as well as to ease pain” she spoke mostly to offer a soothing voice to the woman who looked rather beaten down at the moment. It also doubled as information, if she wanted to take anything away from Riva’s approach to healing. As the woman settled herself on the bank, Riva would finish sorting through her herbs and pull out the next thing she desired. “This is saltwater with a hint of Trillium, it will sting, but the pain relief should cut out some of that.” she explained, before gently pouring it over the woman's numerous aches, and scrubbing gently at any dirt she saw with some clean moss. She had a lot of little cuts, so it was a decent bit of work to ensure they were all of them clean. “Did someone pull you backwards through a thorn bush?” she gently teased the woman, curious as to how she had ended up like this. Speech Duty before Self