She had been summoned by her former packmate, the Beta male Kaname to save one of their males. They had no healer and were desperate, and had promised her compensation, something she would exploit later on. But for now, she gathered her battle herbs and headed to the Spine, a trot in her step, but she did not hurry.

She found him, the brute Sitri, lying on the borders, his body spasming as he lay there. She walked closer, examining him from all sides, finding the largest wound on his neck still bleeding. The priestess ran her nose through his fur, wincing at the heat. His wounds had gotten infected, and if she didn't act fast he could die. Before she began treating him, she spoke to see if he was even conscious to ingest some of the herbs she had. "Can you hear me, Sitri?"

The priestess jumped back with surprise as Sitri's massive limbs flailed. She was nearly hit with one of them, and her ears pressed back in fear. The brute growled at something haunting his brain, lurking in the dark crevices of his mind. Something she would have to work dark hexes on in order to release. But she was not hired to heal his mind, only his body.

The priestess moved carefully to his back, focusing on the large wound there. She lapped at it tentatively, feeling the heat radiating from its core. Meldresi took a clump off moss and pressing it onto the wound, using it to soak up as much of the red liquid as she could. When it grew too saturated, she got another, until she used up all the dry moss she had.

Taking out the some of the dried leadplant and bergamot, she placed it on the wound, then covering it in wet moss. It would help with infection, but the infection had already spread to Sitri's mind, giving him a fever. She needed to give him herbs that needed to be swallowed to help with that, a dangerous task given his condition.

The feverish brute stood, limbs trembling as he hallucinated. He muttered something about water, before he fell again, fighting the darkness of unconsciousness. Meldresi did not have water; wet moss and dried herbs did not too well together. Instead, the priestess snatched the last bit of dry moss she had and ran to the nearest water source she was aware of.

It took her a few minutes to run to the stream, soak the moss and collect other mosses to soak, but it took long enough that it worried her. Would Sitri have died by the time she got back? The dark furred female raced back, water splattering into her face as she ran.

Luckily, the brute was made of tougher stuff. When she returned she was greeted with glowing red eyes, still fevered, but bright. She pressed the wet moss to his mouth, allowing him to take water for himself. "Yes, water for Sitri." She echoed before returning back to her bundle of herbs.

She replaced the herbs on the largest wound before searching his body for other external scars, of which she found many. The next worst scar was on his muzzle, where the deep bite wounds still spilled blood. She gently took the sodden moss from his mouth and squeezed it, cleaning the blood and dirt from the wound.