A flame in the wind
Mikko
Sedna
Master Intellectual (240)
Master Healer (240)
Chaotic
8 Years
Female
45
NachoMumma
The healers workload had increased exponentially, and while Io was taking the lead on treating the sudden increase in injuries (who ever heard of more than one broken limb at a time?), Sedna still felt obligated to increase her gathering to make sure the packs stores weren’t too depleted. It was frustrating being rimmed in on all sides too. It was one thing to share a border with Ashen initially, as much as she trusted them all as far as she could kick them despite reassurances that they were, indeed, allies, but now another pack had sprung up just north of them, and the hallows shared borders with the newest lot. It meant a bloody long walk around to get anywhere, and the Archer-Lyall was already exhausted from a complete lack of sleep.
Her ibis glided in circles overhead, her possum trundling along at her side, stopping to investigate each new fern they came across and either gathering up the fronds or roots, or shaking his head and moving on. With these plants, Sedna used her small tail blade to collect a sample of each and stowed them in a seperate skin. Just because Otis saw no use for poisons, didn’t mean she shared his aversion.
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