Swiftcurrent Creek witch hunt

Reverie listened to the two leaders in silence, a faint thoughtful frown on her features. Maybe Germanicus could help, She suggested quietly, gaze turning to Arric because he was the one who had spoken to the man after her. Then she looked to Akavir, offering a brief explanation: He's not really part of Riverclan, I don't think, but he was interested in hearing about conflict in the valley - and he wanted to set up patrols between the packs.
I brought this for you, Akavir - if that's alright, Reverie gestured to the herbs she'd brought, but didn't make any moves toward him just yet. She wouldn't do anything without his permission. She glanced at Arric, eyes scanning the wounds he had received just recently too, and wondered if Moss would come back wounded as well. They would need more herbs, it seemed, and —
And I need someone else to teach some healing basics to, She decided aloud. It doesn't matter who. But - you're both hurt, and this won't be the end of it. It went without saying that Reverie could not be here every time someone got hurt, not while Blossom was still so young. It would be better for the whole pack, really, to have a healer who was not attached to a vaguely-wolf-shaped potato.