Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

Imaq passed the skin to Lane, stepping back and taking the herbs between her paws as she quickly stretched prone upon the ground. Piling the plants up into one small mound, she shredded through them as quickly as she could -- not worried about any saliva that might whet the herbs and cause them to stick together. It would only help mix the poultice together and aid the healing process, anyhow. 

When Lane turned back, the bleeding slowed for now even if it wasn't completely stopped, the isabella merle hurried to gather up as much of the mix in her freckled jaws as possible and carried it over to the Hotah's inert form. Without needing to be told, the healer dropped the mass of chewed marigold and horsetail directly onto the messy wound before stepping back so Lane could wrap it in cobwebs. Her cracked gaze flicked to Lane's features, ready to jump in and assist if she caught even a hint of the agouti needing help.