Dragoncrest Cliffs eyes heavy but it's time to grind

The aftermath of war brought a flurry of injuries to the opkepa's attention, all of which took both her time and resources to care for. She was confident enough that her stores were able to provide what she needed seeing as she'd spent the vast majority of her time this past month taking extra care to build up her supply. But to her surprise the herbs she had stashed away were dwindling more quickly than she could have imagined and winter wouldn't make it easy to replenish the stock she had lost.

She was making her rounds to note how low each cache had gotten when she caught a whiff of the metallic stench of blood, a smell that had been all too heavy in the air as of late. It took her a few moments but when she reached the odor's source her eyes immediately fell to the cheka's injured shoulder and then to an area on the ground. She motioned to the spot with a quick swish of her muzzle before moving to retrieving the few herbs she needed from the nearby cache.