Hushed Willows I was angry with my friend

An injury. of what nature, she hardly knew, nor was anything but the vague call provided. after a few minutes of nosing over the herbs she had amassed(mostly from the dens of the two past healers) she simply decided to take a small amount of each the basic herbs, and when her maw was full of a mass of faded greenery did she trot out of the den, moving carefully as not to drop anything (of course she did this all the same, and the time it took her to re-gather the herbs hampered her greatly).

she arrived a while later to the scene, Stark and Banner and Gwen, an agitated mother curling around a pup with which something seemed quite simply wrong. not knowing what to do, she lingered at the edge of the scene, gaze farming to stark, I ting for orders on what, exactly, to do.