Redtail Rise when the arms yell, the laws are silent

The raggedy healer tore though the cache in his den with reckless abandon. Pieces of plant matter flew every which way as he flung ferns and flowers about.  His disorganization would be his downfall, as the time it took Reek to find and prepare the plants he needed would be far longer than necessary. Reek had not expected disaster to happen so soon, or else he would have been more prepared to handle the situation.

But finally, he had found what he was looking for.  He took his dried alum root and splayed it across a wide leaf, and then he began crush it into a fine powder with a rock.  He then wrapped the powder in the leaf, bound the remaining poppy seeds he had (as Arion had blown though the extract), picked his haul up with his mouth, and took off toward his injured friend.

Reek dropped his load beside Arion as he finished describing his assailant.  "Which way did he go?"  He then turned to Saena and asked, "Should we send someone after him?"  No wolf that hurt one of the Rise would get away with it clean.

The form of medicine that Reek practiced tended to be quite crude.  It wasn't for lack of knowledge per say, but more personal preference. In a way, it was sort of a tough love method.  Rubbing salad in wounds tended to help, however, the basics could't be beat.  The raggedy medic unrolled the poppy seeds and dropped them in Arion's mouth for the pain.  "Eat,"  he commanded curtly.  Reek then moved to the largest gash in Arion's side.  The bleeding would have to be stopped and infection had to be prevented. Why not kill two birds with one stone?

"Alum root," he began to explain, "is an anti-stringent and anti-septic.  It'll tighten the skin, stop the bleeding, and clean the wound... but we'll have wash you out after.  You're not gonna want this stuff to stay in.  Oh, and by the way, this is going to hurt, a lot."  Carefully cupping the leaf with his jaws, he poured the beige powder into his wound.