Lion Head Mesa prolixus

Always got time! Tag for reference

Slate was thorough in every aspect of her life, and her work was definitely no different. She watched over the wounded, whom she had been told was named @Crowfeather. The boy she was supposed to meet at some point. She had wished circumstances were different of their first meeting. Though now she had been able to set his leg in place, she had managed to find every wound on his young body, clean them and cover them with a different set of plants she had chewed into goo and placed upon each wound. She had used spiderweb to keep things in place.

She had to stay by his side, for cleaning and changing the web took a lot of time. So when she finished she was able to rest for a short time, only to wake again and do it all over again. She wasn't sure if the boy ever would walk normally again, if he was lucky he might, but that leg of his had been broken. She had done all in her power to keep it steady. She had made an odd contraption of a stick against the broken leg and wrapped huge leaves around it and kept it together with spiderweb. She had seen broken legs before and knew for them to heal properly it had to be kept steady and in the right position. She was precise and efficient in her work.

It was not lost on her that the male who had carried Crowfeather into Akashingo was bringing her meals. She appreciated it and though they solemnly talked beside "bring me this" or "I need that." She had become fond of him. She found herself liking the Akashingo wolves more and more. Ursus wolves had been elusive, rarely talked to her, something she had hoped for and she wondered if she only had herself to blame for not having any friends beside those within Akashingo.

That afternoon was like all the others. The male had come with a meal for her after he had been out (she didn't know exactly what he did when he was out). She was almost finished cleaning wounds when he came and she smiled and nodded at him and continued her work. She hoped the boy soon would wake, she hoped even more so he would not be in too much pain when he did, but she had brought remedies for that when the time came.

As she finished the dressing up the last wound she looked at the black male. Maybe it was about time she thanked him properly. She stepped away from Crowfeather and walked over to the male who seemed to be relaxing against the cold stone wall. She sat next to him and waited for a moment, awkwardly not sure how to speak. Small talk was not her thing.

"Thank you." She waited a moment and then looked away. She hadn't said those words in a long time. "For the meal." She wished she was better at this. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to ask. She wanted to thank him for being a loyal friend, for looking out for her, for always bringing her supplies even though it seemed like no one had told him to do so. But Slate wasn't cut out for this. She instead tried to make eye contact and made it known that she really meant it.