Blackfeather Woods I am my mother's savage daughter

tagging @Santiago Arcos + @Rowan!

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The Witchling led the wounded black-white man at a steady pace for a few days, coming upon a late evening scarlet sky by the time they reached the Woods. 

Tilting her head back, she stopped and called for Rowan briefly before continuing to lead the way to a space where she was planning to fully dedicate as a medic space. It was already stacked with herbs, just didn't look too fancy right now.

"Sit." She instructed gently to Santiago, slipping into the stone-edged site to prepare some herbs.

Santi had followed this woman the entire way back to her home. Taking note of all the twists and turns it took them to get there. The forest is magnificent yet eerie, just like the home of the Nightwalkers was. 

When they make it there she calls for someone, certainly her alpha, before they continue further into the forest. Only then do they make it to her den site full of herbs of all kinds. He doesn’t know what any of them do or what any of them are for so he remains quiet. When she tells him to sit he promptly does so, plopping his haunches down in a way that seems surprisingly obedient. He will wait for her to treat him.

Allana had finished much of her scouting mission to the Herbalists Cache to the east of the pack some time ago and had brought a lot of herbs back. She hoped the contribution to the cache would help the pack for quite some time, even if she had to make regular trips for fresh greens. Upon her travels, Allana met good folk and mapped out the nearby landscapes. While the pack would never travel that far, Allana at least became familiar with the different areas she went to. Once she made more of a mental map, she would be able to navigate it as if it were on the back of her paw. 

A jaunt around the pack borders revealed to Allana Eldritch and a loner that was wounded. "Morning Eldritch." Allana called out as the woman slipped into her cave. Allana imagined that Eldritch had already called for Rowan, so she kept her distance for now. "Let me know if you need assistance." she said with a smile, wanting to remain helpful if she was deemed that way.

The beta perked her ears as another joined them. 

Popping her head out, Eldritch looked to Allana with some relief. 
"Ah, Allana! Good morning. I'm getting some herbs ready in case our guest here needs them." She nodded to Santiago for reference, then returned to the fellow female. 
"He's been wounded pretty bad, but hopefully I can tend to any injuries before infection sets in." She mused, ducking back into her stores to try and find something of use. 
Poppy seeds...not yet. 
Yarrow...? No. He wasn't poisoned. 

The Seer growled with irritation.

Santi seems to have a permanent scowl on his face. Especially since his wounds are affecting him the way they are right now. So painful and now they’re becoming itchy as fuck. Santi is quickly on a one track mind to losing his shit. What with being escorted by this woman, helped by this woman, whatever whatever by so and so; he’s pretty over it and he’s tired.

So he grumbles when he hears the voice of another wolf. Looking over to her with his silvery, half-lidded eyes his lip twitches so subtly she probably wouldn’t be able to tell. Yet the deathly stare the reaper gives is too obvious to ignore. He tries to remind himself that he’s in their territory and they’re helping him not die here. So his eyes soften and he averts them from this new female that offers to help. 

He sits and listens as they speak to one another, looking down between his paws in an attempt to stay as polite as possible. It’s taking every once of being he has not to snap out and be an asshole, but he doesn’t. She’s supposed to be helping him, so he allows her to help. Along with the other agouti wolf as well.

pp'ing Allana out :>

 

Eldritch rummaged some more before she backed out with a small collection of herbs. By the time she turned to find Allana, the agouti was out of sight. Shrugging softly, the witch places her herbs down and began to chew some of them into a poultice. It was a safe bet that these would ward off infection and promote healing, thus as the poultice was finally ready, Eldritch went to the gashes on Santiago's throat first, and began licking the poultice over the wounds there. 

Stepping back some to examine her handiwork, El presented the black-white with a leaf of poppy seeds.
"For the pain. Will also help you sleep." She murmured, sorting her plants to begin another poultice.

The agouti woman stepped out quick, it doesn’t bother him. Though, he’s not particularly interested in the midnight pelted woman, or at least he tries not to be, he can’t help but watch her rummage through all kinds of plants and herbs. He knows little to nothing about healing or fixing, all he knows how to do is tear apart and kill. 

So he watches her with interest, ghostly eyes never leaving her form even as she begins chewing up a few of the herbs. Though, when she moves closer, a bit too close for comfort, his eyes squint and his brows furrow. Then her soft tongue is licking over his face. If he weren’t so grumpy he might have made an inappropriate joke. Or maybe if he wasn’t so injured he’d have enjoyed the way her tongue felt lapping over his face. Either way, he closes his remaining good eye, as to not have to stare at her while she laps the medicine onto his wounds. 

When she moves back he finally looks back to her. His single eyes gazed roaming over her features as she inspects him. He only grunts back as he watches her begin chewing another bit of herbs and sits silently. His gaze hardly wavers and he can’t help but watch. At least she’s easy to look at.

Gradually, Eldritch applies the paste to all the wounds that need it. His damaged eye, however...
Sitting back, finally, to examine her handywork, the Seer eventually moves her white gaze to his face.

"I'm not sure how best to help your eye wound..." She exhales softly and slides Santi a dose of poppy seeds. "Take these. They will help with the pain and allow you to sleep easier."