Hushed Willows i am infinity

set way back to the beginning of october. trying to help heal @Reverie

The man named @Boone had led her from her home—trepidation had wrest upon her features, but she attempted to mask such a thing—he was distraught enough, he needn’t worry about how she was now concerned for her four little ones that she was leaving behind.

Instead, she focused on quietly preparing herself for what was to come—but when they had come to the willow trees—a land she was sorely familiar with, though she spoke nothing of this for now—she set to quiet work.

She would request Boone to provide his wife with water, in whatever way possible—he would know the lay of the lands far more. She would smooth the fur from the girls brow with a gentle paw, whispering hushed words of encouragement as she worked.

The wounds upon Reverie’s flanks were the least to worry of, though they would likely scar, if not hurt in the cooler months. A harsh reminder, always, of what had happened to her.

She worked quietly—dotingly, even—in hopes that when the woman truly roused, her pain would be lessened. Herbs and leaves acted as a poultice and bandage to her rear—but it was the broken bones that concerned her most.

When the sun began to rise, Meadow sat quietly next to her watch—looking over her patient, the smallest hint of a frown upon her gentle features. This would be a hard winter on the youthful woman—of that, she was certain.