After meeting Amekaze and being accepted into the pack, Mallaidh had a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. She was able to sleep somewhere safely, rest her body, work on healing the wound on the inside of her leg, and get her energy back up to par. Soon, she would have to begin working on her whole purpose for being accepted but until she could go more than a few hours before every bit was drained from her, she was of little use. Each moment was extended significantly with the rest and the healing but she still had quite a ways to go.

On this day, however, she had stretched her legs when she woke and made the decision she would push herself a little further than she had before. She would search for a place for storage, find a nearby water source, and begin the perfect reserve for her herbs and medicines.

On this day, however, she did not expect to run into a wolf as banged up as Vienna.

The scent tickled her nose. Another wolf. That wasn't the strange thing. The scent of blood, of healing, of infection. Amekaze had mentioned she had stepped in when needed but the details were not as clear. It didn't exactly smell like fresh blood, the diluted copper scent in the air telling her that much, but she wasn't going to let it go. Her silver eyes scanned her immediate area before she noticed moss growing on the north side of a tree not too far off. She ripped several sheets of it off after inspecting it, and carried it in the direction her senses led her.

When she found her, she was resting near the stream, and Mallaidh adjusted her posture slightly and dropped the moss from her mouth, letting it land in bundles at her feet. She cleared her throat to draw attention to herself but she didn't want to startle any wolf that didn't care for uninvited company.

She cursed herself when she didn't pay enough attention to the wolf, that she was sleeping more than resting, and catching her more off guard than she attended. Her face crinkled into a wince when her comrade made an effort to stand before dropping back down. Her head lowered in response, tail dropping lower than before. Mallaidh wished she had reduced her posture sooner but she offered a weak smile in apology.

You don't have to apologize. I should have let you rest and come back but I thought you could use some help, she offered, her smile widening a little. Her muzzle dropped and she touched the moss with the leathery skin of her nose. I could make a dressing for your wounds that would help encourage a quicker healing.

She wanted to offer an herb that worked as an antibiotic but she didn't, not yet; she didn't have any in stock. In fact, the moss was a last minute find before approaching. Mallaidh would make the extra effort to find it for her but in the meantime she could help clean it up and keep it from gaining anymore infection.

My name is Mallaidh, by the way.

Mallaidh smiled a little awkwardly when the wolf brushed off her interrupting. She let it linger and even nodded when asked if she was a healer. Well, sorta. Not officially, I guess, she explains with a flip of her tail. I was the healer in my former pack and I still retain everything. I just lack the supplies right now. She'd explained to Amekaze her skill set and had successfully landed herself in the Sunspire. Now she only had to prove herself and this wolf was her first real chance. She had no real idea what her rank held but higher than she and that was all that mattered.

I'm glad to be of some use. I usually have antibiotic herbs but I've not began my search. If I come across them, I will bring them to you. And things that help alleviate pain, she explains, feeling herself ramble for some unknown reason. She bit her tongue for a moment, picking up the moss and going toward the edge of the stream. Once she drops the moss there, she turns her head to glance back at her pack mate. It is nice to meet you, Vienna.

She tries to clear her mind with the newfound silence as she dropped some of the moss in the water, hooked by a rock jutting into the river. She was able to leave it for a moment before turning back to Vienna. If you don't mind telling me, what is your history with the Sunspire? she asks before turning to focus her immediate attention on the moss and letting it soak and wash away the dirt for several minutes; a plant resistant to water needed as much time beneath it before she dug her claws into it.