Ravensblood Forest the healing touch

Palisander was not a horrible person - for Isley, she felt like he was this was perhaps one of the most noble creatures that she had met. She looked to him for a moment, breathing out a soft sigh of relief as she saw him relax -even the slightest bit. Isley settled on her stomach, giving Palisander enough room to actually work. "I will chew it into a poultice, and then could can place it on the wounds." She said as she set to organizing out what Palisander had brought her. She chewed the mixture and then laid it out for Palisander, glad that she would get the ingested benefits too.  She rested her head on her paws, her green eyes on Arturo as he began to speak and explain more about who he was, and what he had been. 

She liked that he was being thoughtful - that he had considered alliances before the pack had even properly formed and that he had worked to lay the foundations to improve their circumstances. A flick of the ear towards Palisander to hear his opinions of he offered them. "There are many in different pack lands it seems, all of them scrabbling and fighting for purchase." Isley pondered for a moment, wondering if the pale woman that they had met previously was the leader of the pack that he had mentioned - neighboring along the coast. It would be interesting to say the least when it came to yet another pack trying to get it's footing. "We recently met another woman talking of leaving her pack. She said they were a pack of healers - that the founder had passed. I wonder if it is the same one you speak of." 

Isley drew in a deep breath, the stinging of some of the juices mixing into her open wounds. "What would you call yourself? A penchant for aggression, or, happier to keep to yourself?" She asked curiously. It would extend to the pack no doubt, and it was important to her that they not seek trouble. Isley wanted no part in that, although she would still patch up whoever came to her.