Silver Creek cocoa

@Iliksis

After managing to treat the stormy male's wound, out away from the creek, Daivya had returned with a muzzle full of whatever herbs or medicinal items she'd had left - all knew that the winter was harsh, not only on fauna but on flora, too. Herbs became difficult to discover, and sicknesses or wounds became difficult to treat in turn; exactly why the forest sylph had gone hunting for whatever she could find, dainty paws traipsing over shifting snow and ice in order to collect anything of use. Perhaps it would have been better to save what she had scrounged only for the wolves of Rosings, but she found herself unable to leave a wounded man in great pain alone to suffer from his ills - it would please the gods, at least.

It was still cloudy upon her arrival, with a dim grey haze settling over the sky, but snow had temporarily ceased to fall, and the Meladi shook her rosy pelt to free the fur of any stark lacings - winter's grip was beautiful to admire, but the frigid deposits of white were bitter and stung her paws, her eyes, too; a shiver crept up her spine, and she slowed, coming to a halt beneath a naked tree. "κάνει κρύο," the medic muttered softly to herself, voice warm to soothe away the raw, crisp burn of wind.