Herbalists' Cache the itch

All Welcome! Midday, Dry and cloudy, 6°C

The thick crusty scabs that had formed on Maksim's wounds were driving him crazy. They itched like mad, constantly, and there was only so much patience the large tundra male could summon before he would delight in raking his craws through them. The relief was sure to be euphoric, but he knew it would only slow down the healing process. It was battle of will power at the moment, one that Maksim was stubbornly determined to win.

The rain had stopped for a moment. The grey clouds had parted to allow the sun to peak out from behind them. Sunlight casting down in dappled warmth upon his back as he strolled beneath the woodland trees, his nose sniffing about the ground plants. The male's back was arched a little, and his hackles were raised ever so slightly to display his itching irritation. He still appeared unkempt and scruffy, having avoiding grooming himself so's not to nibble away at his crusted-over bite wounds. He hoped that the forest would provide him what he needed; some long awaited relief and an opportunity to speed up his healing.