Blossom Bower — [Open - AW] Familar Enough Habits

Folke flicked its tongue a few more times before seeming to decide the large hyena was the same one that had landed earlier, immediately returning to its previous place wrapped around their neck like a scaled scarf. They didn't mind, the snake was surprisingly warm, radiating a soft heat that felt fairly nice against their skin. "Alright , thank you for your efforts," Larkspur murmured, ducking their head to sniff at the two offered salves with intrigue. They smelled strong and fairly sharp, making Larkspur recoil in surprise at first before leaning forward in an attempt to identify the ingredients by scent again. Gods, its been so long since they were around the smell of a properly created herbal salve, even if neither had been made with their own paws. It made them feel a little more at home, like they were back in their old grove where they'd cultivated the majority of their herbs - their grove that had probably been washed away and destroyed in the flood. Folke raised its head, rubbing its head against their cheek affectionately, as if sensing the somewhat somber train of thought the wolf was heading down. The brindled wolf offered a soft 'thanks' for the kind nuzzles and straightened up. "Let's get your salve on," Larkspur said, entering what their siblings had called 'healer mode' back in their birth pack. A serious, no-nonsense tone that addressed Balthazar as more of a patient under their care. "My wings will heal no matter what and they're mostly just sore - your skin looks like it hurts and if it peels badly enough, it will scar." They sat down beside the giant, Folke slithering higher to rest its head on the fluffy top of the wolf's own as they leveled him with a calm expression, paw held lightly over the bowl. "Do I have your agreement to touch you and apply this salve?" they inquired reflexively, falling back into old lessons. --- Text. Speech. Thoughts.