Jade Fern Grove his heart was trapped in a cage

everything has a light and dark side, taleigha used to say to him and his siblings, such is the way of nature. flora. fauna. wolves. they were all the same, in the end. sometimes beauty hid the deadliest of poisons and everything had that area of grey that it operated in ...whether it was inherently good or inherently bad, well, that depended on the beholder. brisbane, for example, didn't see his penchant for usurping to be 'bad' while others did.

he peers up at her as she speaks, breaking him from his steady and admittedly single-minded application of the first bit of salve to her gruesome looking wound. what was left of her tail should be torn off — but brisbane's got no apothecary to treat the extensive damage and profuse bloodloss that would undoubtedly cause and besides, it should be an action performed by an ( experienced ) healer and not an aspiring botanist. his skills were limited to medicinal treatments. not full blown operations.

sure, he replies to her desire to help. just grab a bit and start chewing. don't over chew it, though. you want it to retain some of the spongey consistency for absorption. he explains as he takes another bit of moss himself and begins chewing, expression blanching slightly from distaste as he focuses a bit too much on the texture of the moss.