Jade Fern Grove Command me to be well

He finished removing as much debris and old blood from the wounds as he could, and with no protest or fight from the male. Not that it would have mattered; he was in no condition to argue and Rhett would not have listened. Resistance would have been met with strong limbs holding him down and teeth threatening more wounds if he did not cooperate. The male thanked him, and uttered something about goldenrod. "We'll get some. Quiet." He turned to the webbing just as the female returned with more of it. He acknowledged her assistance with a small nod.

"A few bad ones," he answered her. His eyes flicked to the worst injuries on the wolf's neck and leg. He gathered a chunk of web, and started to pack it into deepest wound. He shook his head to the female's question. There was no infection yet, but it would not be far off without treatment. "Not yet." He paused. "He wants goldenrod," whatever for, Rhett was not sure, only that it must be beneficial - a remedy against infection, perhaps.

"Keep packing the web in." He left them, and scoured the surrounding area for the plant, which fortunately was not hard to find. He clipped the plant off at the stem, and made a swift return. He expected no other instruction from the weary male and so set about chewing bits of it into a pulp without waiting for one, which he then applied onto the wounds. Already, there was an improvement as the web worked to stem the flow of blood.