Sangilak moved in the depths of Drageda, having paused in her patrol upon thinking she had scented blood. The scent was unique, with familiar notes and then a horrendously foreign one that irked her. The woman followed the scent until she noted another with herbs, and her plume lashed behind her as she watched the other claw at the tree and peel bark from it. The others coloration was unique, unlike anything she had seen before... but the scent was unmistakable, and Sangilak bristled. The blood on the other was in the air, and Sangilak lingered like a shark nearby. The assertive woman drew nearer to the creature she could not distinguish, tail lifted at an appropriate degree and confident stride ceasing only when she could be seen by the other. Sangilak had seen this one before, but only the blood warned of corruption that made Sangilak unreasonably disapproving. And yet beneath her stoic mask none of this was visible; her eyes went from stretched wound to the acrid smelling herbs, and she only watched.

Sangilak watched the other, and kept a straight face throughout. When the other bristled, Sangilak revealed to the other a row of teeth that did not take kindly to the insult, but shielded them as it occurred to her that the other simply felt threatened. She relaxed entirely, then, though maintained her posture. Sangilak could read the other did not want to be bothered, though her eyes fell to the collection that spilled at the feet of the other. While she knew of poisons, and some of herbs that helped for when the battle was finished and the blood was plentiful, Sangilak could see that the other did not wish to be assisted. Whether it was foolish or not was not something Sangilak thought of. As she went to turn and move toward the borders to resume her patrol, she simply knew that only the strong survived while the weak and unwise perished. 

Sangilak heard the bark, and it had been enough to cause her to look back. This was a pack mate, after all; perhaps she might ask for assistance, or perhaps not. The other came 'round and Sangilak stared brazenly back into the eyes of the other, asserting herself mutely, not at all acknowledging the foreign demand as her muzzle tilted downward to cover her own unscathed throat. Her own plume lifted in equal measure; she did not presume to be what the other imagined she was, but the display was meant simply to match the others and demand that she stand down. The putrid scent of the mongrel only served to annoy her further, and there was a simple wrongness Sangilak saw in the other that she had not noted on the first day. It irked her, made her wish to oust the bitch herself; but to keep her here, or not, was not in her jurisdiction. Still, Sangilak would not bend to this child; she stood before the girl nonplussed, yet there was a light in her eye that might reveal her desire to take the foolhardy spirit from the one before her, and tear it asunder before her very eyes. 

When the other relented, Sangilak felt her visage relax and her annoyance fade. Again she was an expressionless black void, and the others words under her breath made no difference to her. The others proximity made it convenient to approach her and inspect the wound with cold eyes, and she sniffed at it to detect for hints of poison in case the adversary had thought in such a manner. Who knew what sort of enemies Thuringwethil had alive? 

Sangilak thought of some things that would be found this season, and grunted to the other to follow. The others herbs that had been found she would let alone, knowing precisely what it was she sought and having seen it before in passing. 

There was hesitation there, and Sangilak heard it, turned, and noted the unpracticed, sleuthing eye of the subordinate. Her ears twitch, and she keeps this knowledge to herself for the time being. There was another matter at hand, and that was to assist. 

Sangilak moved ahead, and in time the other joined her, the body language of the strange scented thing far more appropriate. Appeased, Sangilak seemed to relax in disposition, though she was prepared for anything. Knowing what little she knew of the other made Sangilak wary, but the others need seemed to supersede the typical spirit the other possessed. Perhaps there was a need for quiet, but Sangilak disregarded that, her interest in the others intent and own desire quite great. Ah, and there was what she sought—yarrow.

Sangilak did not much care what transpired. It was the business of Thuringwethil, and not a social woman at heart she felt no compulsion at all to ask. Still, for the others attempted transgression against her, Sangilak paid her no courtesy. She could feel the others movements, though the other was quite obvious in what she did. Untrained. Foolish. Sangilak, however, would not instruct her. If ever this occurred again and there was a reason to worry, Sangilak would know the others tells.

She gripped the yarrow and tugged, and then began to chew it to a pulpy paste. Sangilak approached the strange-scented pack member and pointed at the earth with her muzzle, grunting boarishly for the other to sit or lay there so she could begin.

When the other settled, Sangilak stepped toward the other and began to apply to salve. She anticipated its stinging, but these trivial things were not worth mentioning. Those from home grinned and bore such things, needing no stick to bite against to quiet themselves. Sangilak continued her administrations though paused for a moment; perhaps the scent was due to impending infection. Would yarrow help with that? Enough, she supposed. She was no expert. There was puss at the sides that she, once the salve was finished, licked away to clean the wound more thoroughly. And then she chewed more yarrow, and applied it to those locations, too.

Once finished, Sangilak withdrew. It was not pretty, but it would be effective. Sangilak nodded to the other as though to say, done. And then, she took a step backward and made to truly depart. Medical advice was not her expertise, though if the other came to her with messy wounds Sangilak would scold her for foolish behavior she did not think it prudent to warn the other against doing that would reopen or bother the wound.