Blackfeather Woods What's a boy to do.

Damien laid down once again and burried his head under his paws as he waited for Potema to come back with medicine. His sister was amazingly knowledgeable for her age, and although Damien was stil hesitant to fully trust in her prescription he would take anything that she said would release him from his headache.

Approaching footsteps allowed Damien to know that Potema was coming back from the herb store, and so he pulled his head up and re-opened his right eye, eager to take the medicine, but he found himself watching how his sister regurgitated a warm and wet pulp made of various stuff that he wasn't completely sure was Ironweed.

"Eww!" he exclaimed in disgust, "Did you have to do that? I think I can chew it myself just fine!" he barked, wrinkling his nose as he sniffed the mass. He would not take it like that, he was not a helpless pup and he certainly did not have a jaw injury.