Great Bear Wilderness The pain beneath my scarred visage

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She cleaned the muscled beast of all the dirt that she could get rid of, saving him from a bad infection and relieving his fever in the meantime. The juices from her herbs had seeped into the flaming red wounds, and were going to work their magic on him slowly. She placed the remaining bits of them nearby for them to use later, and nudged the little black specks, poppy seeds, that she had saved into his mouth. He needed to sleep, undisturbed by fever dreams. Satisfied by her treatment, the priestess turned tail and headed back to her dark forest.