Redhawk Caldera We rob banks

The angry scarlet flesh that peeked out of her sister's red fur looked painful, and Raven's face turned down into a momentary frown of concern.  This look was shortly replaced by a subtle expression of wonder, though; Wildfire hadn't mentioned how she got hurt, so Raven naturally just assumed she got it in the line of her new warrior duties.  Her sister was so bad ass. 

She began to pilfer through her small assortment of plants, thinking back on her lessons with Tiger.  It was hard for her to remember everything, but she could recall some of the basics.  Her eyes came to rest on the chicory -- which, with its bright purple flowers, had been one of the easiest to find and collect.  She had quite a few of those in her rumpled little bouquet.  She remembered Tiger telling her something about chicory being good for wounds when they were chewed into a mush, so she pointed to it and told Wifi, "I think this'll halp."  She wasn't sure if she was supposed to use the leaves or the flowers, so she just crunched up a bit of both.  Her lips curled involuntarily and her face screwed up into a very sour expression as she commented through the mouthful of green paste, "Ugh dis tests nasty."  Wordlessly, she gestured at Wifi to lay down so she could apply the poultice to the wound (and get that shit out of her mouth ASAP).