Being out on her own, wandering aimlessly, Siduri was bound to get into a bit of trouble, right? Right. Well, she'd wandered into a picker bush and had gotten stabbed up pretty badly. Little pinpricks all over left red spots on her pale coat. To make matters worse, being poked had made her angry and she'd attempted to beat up the bush. Smart? No. Did it happen anyway? Yes.

Grumbling, in pain and itchy, Siduri sprawled on a pile of leaves in whatever this red place was called. The girl kept kicking at her wounds to try and staunch the itching, but it wasn't doing any good. The prickles had irritated her skin and her body was telling her that each little pin prick was a mosquito bite. She was miserable, to say the least.

"Siduri"

Bancha was out exploring the nook some more after the recent expansion meeting. He was nearing a year old and his mind was beginning to take off. More curious than a cat, full of questions and wonder, the boy couldn't help but strike out in neighboring territories. His fear and anxiety was beginning to settle. The more his mind realized that not everything was big and bad outside of the den, the more he enjoyed going for walks and exploring.

So far, the nook was one of his favorite places. With basket and supplies in mouth, he wandered through the grove, collecting plants here and there. There was a serene beauty to the place that he couldn't quite put into words. Something about this place was always quiet. A hushed lull over the grass and leaves as if no one dared to wake the blooming flowers.

Until a loud rustling noise forced him to stop, becoming far more alert than normal. Grumbles familiar to that of a wolf could be heard too as he peered until. Not far off a pastel girl sprawled out in the leaves, kicking and itching at her body. Concern floods Bancha and he wastes no time rushing over. Dropping his basket to the ground beside him, his gaze assesses her body to see what exactly she was itching at. "Miss, miss, are you okay?" Bancha asks, head tilting lightly as he scoots as close as he can without being kicked or bitten in retaliation.

BANCHA

A little voice sounded and Siduri spun, nose wrinkled in a silent snarl of annoyance. Ah... he was little though and kind of cute. Her muzzle smoothed though the expression of irritation stayed on her face. "I got poked and now I'm itchy," she explained succinctly to the boy. Claws ran over her body as she itched and scratched. "Everything is itchy." Scratching only made the bleeding issue worse and she growled at herself before flopping onto the ground and thrashing back and forth on her back. Dramatic much?

"Siduri"

Bancha starts as she whirls a snarl in his direction, but he doesn’t blame her. The state of her body appeared painful, something he wouldn’t wish on anyone. His brow furrows as she speaks, saying that she was itchy all over after touching something. He glances around, not noticing anything similar to poison oak or sumac, but he does notice the thorny bushes that line the northern area near Rustling Thicket.

“Before I give a diagnoses, can I ask a few questions?” Bancha inquires, head canting as he watches her scratch and worsen her bleeding. “Do you know what kind of plant you touched? Was it just the pricklies over there or something else?” He asks, lifting a paw to point at the brush. In the meantime, he turns to gather a few leaves, slathering some mud on them before bringing them back over to the girl. “Start rubbing these over the itchy areas and no more scratching please,” Bancha pleads, eyes widening as he holds out the muddy leaves to her.

Still grumbling, Sid took the mud covered leaves and began slathering the wet earth all over her body. The kid asked what kind of plant it was and Sid motioned towards the bush again. "Devil's Thorn. See the orange spikes?" It was very difficult not to itch and she knew that she shouldn't, but... with a growl of frustration, the pastel girl threw herself onto her back and began rolling around on the ground. There was only a bit of relief and, by the time she was done, there was a bunch of stuff stuck to the mud on her fur.

"Dammit!" she groaned, putting one foreleg over her eyes dramatically. Itching was stupid and she felt stupid for being so itchy.

"Siduri"

Bancha's attention is directed to the large orange spikes that she points at. The issue with her itching comes to the forefront of his mind now as he watches her flop onto her back to roll around in the dirt and debris. He can't help but call out, a sharp whine as his lips turn down into a frown. If he didn't act fast, she would continue to be in horrible pain.

Turning on his heels, Bancha searches hurriedly for a plant called Chickweed. It was the best plant he could think of to help her itch. Once he has a whole mouthful gathered, he chews it as he rushes back to her. Thankfully the plant grew in abundance here which was more than convenient being so close to the spikey devil plant. "This will do the trick," Bancha explains through a mouth full of chewed up Chickweed.

Spitting it out into his paw, he slaps it on the cleanest area of red itchy on the girl. Pressing it in firmly, he waits a few seconds to see how she'll react. "If this does it, I'll need to go get more," he advises her calmly now that he hopes the situation is under control.

BANCHA