Emberflame Ridge Aftershock

Warbone snorted at her light jest, not so much because of the fact it had been a joke, but more because it was a silly concept. He had eaten the bark of a tree once, but that had been during a particularly desperate winter, where he had gone without a meal for almost a near to a week. He didn't particularly want to recall that depressing year faced after losing the love of his life. "Funny," he mumbled, tail lashing and his face changing marginally to suggest a smile was hidden there. An ear flicked, catching Wildfire's rather labored breathing, and his pace adjusted instinctively. "But no, little Fire. I was told of their uses, just as I have told you, and found the advice quite effective. It can make you feel pretty tired, and you will need to eat to settle your stomach later, but the pain will ebb greatly."

They did not have to travel too much longer before reaching the willow grove, and the male was more than happy to continue in relative silence with the girl at his side. The first tree they met became molested by Warbone's claws, as he began scratching loose decent slivers of bark and then pulling them free with his teeth. "Get some of the greenest leaves you can see, and chew and swallow," he told her as he worked. As semi-evergreens, the willow trees were never completely bare, though they had thinned considerably during winter. Gratefully, they were beginning to bloom once more, and fresher leaves were sprouting.

Earning himself two small slabs of wood, and padded to Wildfire and deposited them near her. "The bark is more concentrated. Gnaw on those, too."