Blackbeak Bluff You can run from the pain, or you can allow it to burn into your heart

He watched his gentle sister do her work. Her snout swaying against the earth, searching for her green prey. Siarut followed at a slower pace, happy to watch as her skills strenthened and grew. He could only shrug and agree silently to her words. She would know he wasn't much for meaningless words. 

"I trust you 'Hani." He knew their journey wouldn't help his shoulder in the slightest, but there wasn't much any of them could do about it. Siarut wouldn't have them sit around and wait while his wounds healed. He would be fine. At least that's what his macho brain was telling him. Perhaps he should let Tahani tell him for sure. 

He watched with curled snout as she mashed the flower between her teeth. Sia could just imagine the bitter taste that came from the oozing greenery. Her pink tongue flashed for a moment, showing him the paste that now coated her mouth. As quick as he saw it had smooshed it against his pristine alabaste fur.

He let out a light gasp as the plant went to work, a most strange feeling. Siarut felt the sting and tingle as he assumed the flower kickstarted the healing process. Looking skeptically at Tahani, he laid down in the long grass in front of her. Taking a moment to enjoy the new weather they had found themselves in. "What is this supposed to do exactly?" Their mother had tried several times to educate them on the ways of healing, a skill that Siarut had never really understood. At least not in the same way that Tahani had, a fact he was grateful for now.