Blackfeather Woods addict with a pen

The girl hung her head, groaning in frustration as Mou began to back away from her, muttering nonsensical--excuses, or whatever. It was when he began to panic that her own fear came back, tenfold, and she seized the moment. Goddamn it, why did he have to get himself into this, too? She was kind of tired of rescuing wolves from their own stupid decisions.

"You need yarrow," Maegi commanded, fixing him with a steely stare--or, at least, what she hoped was a firm enough look, frightened as she was. "Stay here; I'll be right back." The wraith spun and raced down the forest trail without another word, looking for her nearest cache. The nearest cache with yarrow, that was. Gods, she'd have to spread it out through the forest, wouldn't she?

Once she'd located the clump--not too far away, but not close, either--Maegi rushed back (well, as "rushed" as she could be with her clubbed paw), the bundle of yellow flowers and fading green stems and leaves tucked under her chin. She thrust it toward Mou; it came apart, a bit, but largely remained intact. "Eat it," she gasped out, trying to catch her breath from the run. "It'll get the poison out of your body. Eat it, Mou."