Silvertip Mountain Everything Around Me Disappears

Chaska looked between the bark and her, confused. Never had he heard of bark that could heal. But she must have known, so he trusted her. Only a little. She even named it, so that helped a little. Despite him not having ever heard about it.

"Guessing you got that injury from a tumble too? Walking up the mountain?" That's how his had happened. One mistep, and then came Casanova Chaska. He still felt silly about those memories. Most of what had happened between his recovery and the fall had come back, and reflecting on those made him feel like there could be worse things than a fall.