Arrow Lake A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud

Assuming some things, PM me if it's too much! c: Also, love the title < 3

Asterr had not forgotten the girl she'd decided to take in, having dropped her off at a location that had seemed safe enough. Though she'd then left the scene, leaving the injured wolf behind, the girl's mind had not pushed the memory away. With things in the lair having settled, the young chieftess had departed from the territory, her destination set. This time around, she'd slipped away without a warning being given, knowing her absence would not be long. It was a troubling case, the injured female, yet she could not abandon the other. No, to do so would be to condemn her to death, and the dragoness would not bear the weight of such a decision upon her shoulders. It her was her unwillingness to let someone she could help die, as well as her benevolent nature, that had driven the girl to inwardly insist upon saving her—and it was her morality that gave her the mental strength to give nothing less than her best.

Along the way, she'd been able to locate several groupings of plantain; something often looked upon as a pesky weed, but she knew to harbour wonderful healing properties. She had harvest several of the plants, digging them up roots and all, before continuing with her trek towards the lake. While she would have rather obtained another plant as well, the weather made it obvious that searching for it would be futile. It was dumb luck that the plantain had already started to show itself, but then again, weeds were always the hardest to get rid of. And so she'd accepted it as being her only usable source for the time being, not yet ready to delve into all her home had to offer. Of course, had the one she'd decided to save been a member of her tribe, she'd hold no qualms with searching high and low throughout the entire lair. Since the other girl was merely a loner, however, she simply could not bring herself to do that; the idea of stealing valuable resources from her own tribe was appalling.

The yearling's descent towards the lake had been slow, the path troublesome but not so much so that she'd take another. No, she'd pushed through the difficulties until her paws had touched down onto flatter lands, where she'd then proceeded to head straight for the space she'd left the injured girl in. It was small, only able to lessen the forces of nature rather than rid it's occupant of feeling them entirely, but it had been enough. As Asterr approached, a quiet whimper alerted her to the fact that, not only was her ward still alive, but she had not fled from the area. Against the idea of wasting time, the dragoness' approach was brisk, placing the plants down just outside the younger's reach. "Hello again," the Draconid girl murmured, her tone soothing. "Your wounds, have you been able to lick them?" Whether or not the stranger would even be able to answer her, Asterr had no idea. No matter, she would wait and see, just to be on the safe side.