Fox's Glade Into my garden

It took time for healing to happen, and Oryx, as one studying medicines, knew that just as well as any other. She had not only had to heal her own wounds, but those of others in the pack ever since she'd joined...But that did not mean that everything would get better without leaving a scar. And simply numbing sensation wasn't a fix for that- only time could be. But that didn't mean that her job was to just stand by and wait for the next wound to be presented to her; she had to have her medicines ready pre-emptively. 

She'd found most of what she'd wanted and expected to find within the grasslands that she lived, but found herself branching a bit further from the pack's territories in search of things that needed shade, things that wanted more acidic ground...Plants that would not grow inside Easthollow's claimed pack territory. So she went searching, eyes bright, ears flicking with defensive apprehension, as this was all just a little bit outside her comfort zone.