Heron Lake Plateau [m] your hands can heal, your hands can bruise

Raven had practiced medicine for nearly as long as she'd been alive, having taken an interest in the craft at an age much younger than even that of her own kids. All those years of experience led up to this moment, when the life of a packmate and family member rested in her hands. She knew, of course, that if it was Camilla's time to kick the bucket, then there was nothing she could do to prevent it. But she intended to do everything in her power to prevent things from taking that turn, so it was with a passionate fervor that she ran as fast as her legs could carry her to where she kept her medicine stores stashed.

She arrived in a rush, her body burning with the effort of extended running at top speed. She did not pause to catch her breath, though, but rather charged headlong into the badger den, clawing and scattering dried stems and stalks asunder as she searched for the few specific plants she knew could help support Camilla's recovery. When she'd made a small pile of useful remedies, she snapped them up in her teeth and took off again, leaving a mess strewn across the grass behind her as she left.

The errand, in total, took perhaps only ten or fifteen minutes, but Raven was terrified that Camilla might be dead when she arrived back at the scene. She noticed that Vasa had joined them at some point, but had no time to devote to her. She acknowledged her daughter with a wag of her tail as she approached, unaware of the exchange that had occurred between her and Poe moments ago. The healer's sides heaved as she dropped the small medicinal bouquet by Camilla's feet. Looking to Poe, she asked between gasps of air, "Could you...chew these into a...wet paste for her? My mouth...is too dry...she'll need to eat it..."