Phoenix Maplewood Better Understanding with Self Expierence

Spring awoke to feeling the same familiar chill sweep through her pelt as she met the day.  Padding out of her den, she found she was in the mood to hunt something... or attempt to hunt something.  Still she felt a burt of anticipation spread through her pelt as she headed out.

Spring finally caught the scent of chipmunk, sadly it was perched up high in a tree.  Spring felt her gut twist unhappily, but suddenly the scent of not fresh blood, but older blood fill her nose... Esaro’s scent fell in line with it.  Spring found herself shocked as she followed the scent, quickly coming upon Esaro within about two minutes.

As her eyes fell over him and his bad limp, she found her heart hurt for him.  “Esaro!  What happened?”  She asked him fearfully as she approached.  Already coming up with medical procedures she could work with him.  Cobwebs to help clear up any remaining blood... maybe some Goosegrass too.  Some horsetail of course if any of Esaro’s wounds were infected or some Marigold could be used.  Comfrey if Esaro had any broken bones.... maybe some Celandine, some Burdock root would be nice too.  She doubted she would even have access to many of the herbs that she thought of as her list stretched on and on.  First though she wanted to know what happened.  As she stepped up to Esaro’s side, looking at him sympathetically.