Hushed Willows I'll stake rare toothpicks in my dirt-filled heart

Smeared with blood and plant matter, Blossom tried her best to save a life.

Her brain worked endless circles around itself as the days wore on, and she forwent sleep and food to help the girl who’d fallen in front of her. Dragging in herbs and water, doing her absolute best to make her keep breathing, keep dragging air into her lungs, keep working and working. Anything to not witness death in front of her eyes.

Feverishly, she worked. Even now, the call from Boone fell on deaf ears, Blossom’s shaking paws trying to sort through the bundles of leaves she had ripped from the earth in an attempt to find useful herbs. She had even ducked into a massive cave, somewhere on the slope, but a feeling so wrong swept over her quick, and she ran before whatever was in there could snag at her heels.

Blossom feverishly worked, trying her hardest to not let someone die.