Ravensblood Forest the swirling stream of what is and what was

Slipping this in before it gets archived so I can use it for the trade ♥

With Lotte’s help, Coelacanth helped Dakarai and Olive into the den they shared, and when the two lovers had taken their ease, healer and rogue began applying the mixture of yarrow and celandine to the cleansed and debrided flesh. Lotte sat back on her haunches, using her paws, her brow beetled with concentration; the sheepdog, meanwhile, applied the paste with graceful sweeps of her fox-fine muzzle. When the wounds were completely covered with the poultice, Seelie retrieved from the brush a generous mouthful of oak leaves, and these she took the majority of. Dakarai’s wounds were visibly more severe, and she applied the oak leaves on top like a bandage. Lotte followed suit with Olive’s wounds, and at the tiny Groenendael’s urging, quietly commanded the wounded twain: “We will bring food to you; it is best if you try not to move unless absolutely necessary. The bandages will need to be changed — how often?” Lotte turned to Seelie with a pointed expression. “Three days?” When the youthful creature shook her head, a smile played about the corners of Banríon’s mouth and drew the sternness from her features. “Two?” Again the atramentous female shook her finely-sculpted head, and Lotte’s eyes widened. “Tomorrow, then,” she said. “Sleep well and heal,” the smoke-and-shadow female wished, and then took her leave with the sheepdog close at her heels.