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"Thank you," Larkspur said lightly, dipping their head slightly in a nod. Unlike the flowers or her wings, the brown furred wolf had yet to come to an understanding about the whole... nightlight gaze. As far as they were aware, the brindled wolf was the only one of their siblings with strange eyes like this but it came in use sometimes. "It's useful in places like this." She eyed the wrapping with the indignance of a healer, dissatisfied with being unable to find some pool of water or lake to rinse out the red blanket scrap being used to wrap the wound. There was no telling what kind of dirt, dust or parasites had made their home in the discarded blanket. "...is the blanket yours?" she asked. That would explain how he knew to look for it and why he trusted it so close to an open wound. If not then perhaps there were other useful things. As they continued inspecting, the wolf's eyes slid across a familiar plant bunched by the shore. Wood sorrel - perfect. Dock would've been better but she was fairly certain that the little yellow petaled plants would work well enough. She broke from Malachi's side and began swiftly gathering the heart-shaped clovers. Much to their satisfaction, the cave seemed (ignoring the traps and the blanket), mostly undisturbed and thus she was able to gather a sufficient mouthful of the plants. She lamented to herself about not having a grinder or that clever little herb-press she'd gotten from a merchant after trading the rib-cage of an elk she'd found. Would they ever get something as clever and useful again? Maybe I can ask another artesian. For now, she'd have to make due with the old fashioned way. "Indeed, I made a living as a lone wolf as a healer. Disputing packs-" Warring she thinks but based on the childish expression of rage on his face at merely being told 'everyone acting like an ass is not an excuse for you to also be an ass,' the statement wouldn't go over well. It mattered little though - though Larkspur wasn't all that old, Malachi had proven to be slightly less worldly. Which meant he would either take her words to heart, or he would stumble into the same situation and realize the truth. Or be killed making his father's mistakes. "-are far kinder to a wolf on their borders if they carry medicine." She started the process of crushing the leaves in her jaws, grimacing a little as she did. "Ugh," she grumbled. There went the budding appetite she'd had - wood sorrel wasn't the worst herb she could be doing this for, but the zesty tang still wasn't very high up on her list of desirable tastes. "I miss my herb press. I haven't had to chew herbs for a poultice in moons..." She spat the the formed mixture on the ground with an aggravated shake of the head, "It's wood sorrel - should keep that burn from getting infected." Larkspur twisted to look along the dry cove of the underground pond, searching for other strange things littering the ground, "It'd be risky, but I'd prefer to find actual bandages for that burn instead of those blanket..." --- Text. Speech. Thoughts. --- Larkspur is looking around for bandages for Malachi, she won't find those but a satchel would be nice Success: Larkspur manages to find a decent double-pouched saddle-bag/satchel to replace the one she lost in the flood Fail: Larkspur doesn't see much of anything, the light from the glow-worms interfering with her vision |
Stone Pillars
A stretch of rainforest-jungle mountains, many eroded into pillars by weather and time. A thick mist hangs in the air making travel difficult. Many swear that the pillars float through the mist, moving on their own by an unseen force.
[AW] Survery the Land
