Whitebark Stream Finally Free

She didn't know what do with his statement, but before she could contemplate a reply and what he meant by his statement he whipped around and disappeared into the brush. She listened intently for is return as he rustled through the brush and came back with a bunch of bark, chewed it up, spit it on the ground, then turned around again. Curious, Skyshire tipped her head, much like a confused puppy, and watched him come back with strong smelling mint and added it to the spit bark pile. 

And then he softened his voice from what it was before and told her that it would help her wounds. Without moving she watched him turn toward the river and take a drink. 

Quietly she inched closer to the concoction, not quite sure if he was telling the truth about it, but all she could smell was the acidic pine scent and an equally strong mint smell swirled in there. It reminded her of the time her own Omega mother crawled out of the shadows and tended to her scrapes making sure the beta or alpha didn't notice. 


Sky dipped her sore pads into the mixture, she sucked in a hiss of breath as her pads stung against it. It must be doing its work. She took a look at her leg and it was in one of those difficult to reach places. Hence why she had trouble cleaning it. The only way she could get this stuff on her leg is if she layed in the stuff and carefully made sure it only got on her leg. So she maneuvered around and trying desperately not to waste the stuff on her white fur she dipped the back of her heel into the stuff and laid down, accidently letting out a low whine from the pain. The effort made her pant, but once she was settled the stinging started to numb out and become more bearable. 

If she caught the males glance through her half lidded eyes she said, "Thank you."