Hoshor Plains You're looking rough

The summer had been warm and fruitful in the way of herbs and other useful plants, which meant that it was fairly easy to replenish her stores once she was able to return to her work. The children were old enough now that she could be gone for an hour or so to take care of things, but she tried not to be gone any longer than that. 

Today was different, though. Her daughter was sick and needed something she hadn't been able to find near the river. So she had set off for the plains where they lived for a short time after the quakes, hoping the fields would have what she was looking for. The kids were in her mate's capable paws, so she tried no to worry about them too much. The morning had brought an unrelenting drizzle, but now the sun peaked through the clouds to warm everything back up; she wondered for how long, though. 

Speedy slowly moved through the grass, inspecting the plants very slowly to find the particular scent of lavender; it was easy to pick out of all the other scents as long as it was around, but so far, she hadn't been lucky. She paused immediately as the familiar and alarming scent of blood filled her nose. Lifting her head abruptly, she looked around to find the source. She knew it was from another wolf and not prey, and as dangerous as it might be to seek out an injured stranger, she couldn't bear the thought of ignoring someone that might need her help. 

She tracked the scent to a mound of injured wolf and slowed her steps as she approached. He looked in bad shape, but she didn't immediately rush forward. Sir? she said hesitantly. I'm a medic; can I come closer and look you over? She waited for an answer, but none came. Fear squeezed her chest for a brief moment as she considered the possibility that he might be dead. The faint rising of his chest told her differently, though, and she released a huff of breath in relief—a short-lived relief; he still needed help, that much was obvious. She moved to him then, and gently nosed over him. There was a large, deep wound on his face that needed cleaning before she could assess it further. She also found a bunch of small gashes on his front paws and various other abrasions on his body, but none of that really accounted for his mentation. She wondered if there was more going on inside that she wouldn't be able to address while he was unconscious. So, she decided she would start with the injuries she could see; she knew the territory well, and could easily find what she needed. 

With a worried look over the injured man, she hurried away to get supplies. She knew a small bend in the river reached the edge of the plains, and she made her way there; her hope was that she would find everything she needed in one place and wouldn't have to spend too much time searching. When she reached the water, moss was easy enough to find; she pulled a few chunks from a few different rocks and held each one in the water until it was completely saturated. She laid them on the bank in the shallow end of the water when she was done so that they wouldn't dry out while she searched for the plant that she needed. It took her some time searching the grassy edge of the plains that hugged the bank of the river, but she finally found the golden flowers. She plucked a few of them from the ground with her teeth and then made her way back to the moss. This was always the hard part when she was working alone: trying to carry everything. She needed to make one trip, so she placed the moss and the plants in a pile and scooped them up between her jaws. It was a little difficult to hold it all, but she managed. 

When she arrived back to him, she set her mouthful down near his head and looked him over again. She wouldn't be able to do anything for his pain here, but she could at least tend to the awful-looking wound on his face. Unless he woke to stop her, the healer would pick up the first water-soaked moss between her teeth and start gently squeezing the water out over his wound to flush it out.