Blackfeather Woods Blood drying black on your claws (Dark Brotherhood Meeting)

Last post from me. c:

The man was oblivious to the ways of healing, but was actually somewhat thankful it was he who would be helping out the Queen with tending to the wounds of the injured. It presented him with a learning opportunity—simple, but useful nonetheless. He paid careful attention to what the dark woman did to the first few wounds she encountered, before going about with helping and repeating her actions himself. It wasn't perfect, and most likely paled in comparison to Meldresi's work, but it was good enough to get the job done. That was all that could be expected of Kove, though, since he'd never helped out with the wounds of another before. As he went along, he tried to imagine just how badly those on the opposite had it, before chalking it up to just being worse than what he was seeing on his fellow pack members. It would teach them, the enemy and anyone else, to not mess with those from the dark forest. The Inuit liked that idea, too, and kept it in his mind as he continued on with helping with the wounds.