Hideaway Strath Super silence in the quiet

Vein smiled at Kynareth and then turned his smile to Arlette despite the foul temper and words she exuded. He bowed his head somehow respectfully and without any hint of the sarcasm he felt. His rich timbre thrummed with respect “Mi’Lady Arlette,”

Vein then moved toward his moose skull, Actions worked better to distract him then words would, and tugged a raven skull free. Long ago he had hardened sap in the eye sockets making the raven skull a neat dipper or in this case a nice tool to pour dried powder from.

“Yarrow is perfectly safe for pregnant wolves, we need just spread the powder into the wounds.” Vein added  “Then we may tend to her in any manner you wish and I will assist you in any way I can. First though; Since the queen is adverse to my touch I would like you to lick each wound free of blood so that I may carefully pour the powder upon the flesh directly that will be the quickest way to staunch further bleeding.”

Vein placed the raven skull below the rock surface and gently pawed all the powder he could into the skull leaving some incase he needed more, then the white brute carefully picked up the skull cradling it in his mouth as gently as a mother might carry a pup. He moved back to Simmik’s and nodded his ready to Arlette.