Dawnlark Plains never thinking for just one second, she would take a different attraction

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she returned from her meeting with the stranger quietly, beelining to where she knew Pema kept the herb stores. she'd do best to cover the gashes on her muzzle, but there was little that could be done about the ear. clutching a small strand of what she'd seen the woman use time and time again on wounds like hers, she withdrew, finding a quiet copse in which to figure out how best to apply to stuff.

the fight had burned and hurt, but it was deserved. her chest and shoulders bore gashes too large to hide easily, and thus she settled stiffly on her haunches, roughly pushing the poultice against her shoulder, first, the left of which was significantly worst off than the right.