Bearclaw Valley gardenia and king protea

@Taylor <3 set on the 23rd, after Evien's joining thread. Flower meanings for the title~

         Patching the both of them up had been easy. A bit of blood still clung to his cheek, along with a crusted poultice he'd made from rosehips he'd found. Most of it had been used on Merrick's shoulder - he felt a little guilty for that, if he was being honest. Having never harmed another wolf before, that had been a new experience, and Evien didn't know how to feel. 

         He did know that he felt pretty great. Adrenaline still tingled in his body - affection and excitement and a handful of other feelings he didn't know where to place. All he really knew was that he wanted to find Fields. Wanted to wipe away that disappointment he'd caused on that pretty face the day before. He felt far worse about that than Merrick's shoulder. 

         It was hard to pick out scents in the pack's territory, especially around the scent of blood and rosehips that clung to him. The bear scent wasn't as bad as Evien had originally thought - he could get used to it. For the sake of these wolves who, if they communicated as well as Merrick and Evien had, needed a healer badly. Evien probably also needed to be more careful - the stinging in his injured forepaw and cheek was testament to that, and his limp was more pronounced. He'd been reckless, but it hadn't been that bad.