Blackfoot Forest Watch this madness, colorful charade

while she had not been called, the Queen rushed to the aid of her packmates, hearing the desperation and urgencey riddled deep into the call that echoed throught the barren forest. her tender feet did not do her well, her frame, exposing the ribs that lay beneath-- the effect of no food. but what little they did have was considered a feast, a mere rat sending her mouth watering. never would she have resorted to picking the tendrils off of months old carcasses, but now the time called for it and she could have not make do with what she had.

arriving to the scene, she snapped into action, rushing to the side of their newest family members. a whiff of mold and the sour stench of disease told her all she knew. her legs moved double time to her nearest herbs stash, knowing exactly what he man needed. in her mouth she carried a bundle of what herbs she had left, ginger, basil, garlic; it would all cure food poisioning and rid the body of bacteria but she did not know how they would react together. returning to the scene, the couple had moved to rinse the male in the stream, a clever choice. she crushed the garlic into edible form, mixing it with the basil leaves and broken ginger root. "here, this may help. it will fight off germs from your system," she signalled for the male to consume it all, and with haste. "you must come to me later to receive more," and if it did not work, she would have to think of other remedies, and with what little she had, it was not encouraging.

"calm yourself, minna. your worry will not help," her calming tones would hopefully bring down the girl's heart rate to a breathable state. this was not the first time amara had to approach a similar situation, and it would not be her last, hence her neutral tones. minna however was partiularily fond of the male, she seen, and the Queen did not blame her. if aaron was in such a state, the petite woman could not bear it.