Wheeling Gull Isle a fájdalom a harag

The marigold was surprisingly blooming in a small patch, Sadie smiled as she grabbed two of the flowering plants and bringing them back to the countess. Quietly she pulled the yellow petals from the rod and applied them into the wound gently, though the spider webs were becoming tangled. They would hold though and help fight off infection, Sadie didn't want the white one to die so soon, though she didn't know her name.

Silently she backed away, happy with her work. Fluffy ears perked forward when the white wolfess spoke with a heavily accented tongue, asking for the earthy wench's name and how she learned the knowledge she had now. The wench looked towards her, tail wagging slightly. "Sadie be my name lass" she started off, parting her jaws once more to answer the question. "I learned about plants when I got hurt by me other crew. The bastards threw me around, so I learned to heal meself" she replied, her eyes casting over the sea.

The roaring waves created a white noise that blocked out memories of her old home. They were even more unruly then the crew she was in at the moment. Truly, she was thankful she was accepted into the Bonechewers. The home was better than her past.