Great Bear Wilderness The pain beneath my scarred visage

Luckily, the brute was made of tougher stuff. When she returned she was greeted with glowing red eyes, still fevered, but bright. She pressed the wet moss to his mouth, allowing him to take water for himself. "Yes, water for Sitri." She echoed before returning back to her bundle of herbs.

She replaced the herbs on the largest wound before searching his body for other external scars, of which she found many. The next worst scar was on his muzzle, where the deep bite wounds still spilled blood. She gently took the sodden moss from his mouth and squeezed it, cleaning the blood and dirt from the wound.