Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

They'd stayed together out of necessity. Out of all of them, their particular skill sets were the least adept for singular survival. Citali would be the first to admit that hunting was not her forte despite it's necessity. Smaller stuff she did fine with, but for larger, more filling meals she relied heavily upon the assistance of her sisters. Since they traveled together, they'd managed better than they might have on their own. Since they'd found the right place, their efforts paid off.

"Maybe they turned around?" Citali suggested as Manauia moved out of the threshold. Citali hopped down into the little hidey hole and snapped the root in half. She nudge part of it towards Nochtli and gave her instructions. "Chew, but don't swallow. I need it tiny for a salve." The healer followed her own directions, gnawing on her half of the thing as she tried to worry it down to something a little more useful. She pondered as she did it, contemplating their options.

"What have you tried?" Citali asked, spitting out what she'd managed so far on Nochta's flank. She glared at the dark woman, daring her to complain before continuing. "I say we drug him, then haul him home while he doesn't know any better." It was a good option. One that just might work with their combined efforts.

The healer picked up the rest of her herb and kept chewing.