Wolf RPG

It was slow going, but she was pleased with her progress. Held in her jaws were reeds, cattails, wrapped around her tail were cobwebs harvested from near the banks, and she had found herbs.

Oh, so many herbs!

Pain relief, to halt bleeding, to still a cough in the lungs, everything and anything and all at once, they were in her jaws. She could taste the mint in her maw, the smell of it so close to her nose making her nostrils twitch and drool collect in her mouth, but she didn’t let it bother her as she splashed through the lakeside, up to her ankles in shallow water.

Artok traveled with ungainly step, as always his limp causing him to misstep often. Today it was worse than usual, he was beginning to show his age. It both angered him and filled him with quiet acceptance. He was not one to fear death. However, on this day, he cursed one side and up the other under his breath, as he had limped and stepped wrong.

His good paw now had a gash in it. Nothing, major, but it was going to cause him some issue later, and he was irritated by it. So exceptionally irritated by it. He paused his walking to settle to his paw, and lick at the crimson that fell from his paw. Painting his white fur an deep red.