Redsand Canyon Under Your Scars

Dove's name was always a description, when one thought of her by her name they though of a small frail thing when that was the exact opposite but she was not as big as this woman. She was as tall as the stripped kitten that was their leader but the healer did not need to be on a block to see her injuries. No, she was maybe a head smaller?

Her curled tail gave a soft shake of encouragement as the titan of a woman sat up, this helped her see exactly where the stiffness was. Her leg was injured and was unwashed, her eye was also in the same state but gaining the shine and yellowing of infection. The skull wearing priestess moved around d her, examining amd even pressing on places that looked like they might be sore as if to mark them with dust colored paw prints.

It was then she lowered her head and flipped the skull from her ears and revealed the few pervs she had with her. It was a mixture for pain and mint to help with the bitter taste that would come. She took her cleanest paw and smashed the missed together before pushing the skull closer to her new patient. 

"this will be bitter with a soft mint flavor, but it will help with pain."