Moonspear Keep Burning, Little Star

Forward dated to February 3rd. @Acrux & @Argent.

 At the healers ulaq, tucked within the depths of the hollowed tree, Elentari lay with her son. With the assistance of Sialuk and Maggak, she had taken him there, for his wounds to mend. She had laid out her special black fox pelt, just for him, to rest on. Infused with her scent. The comfort of cured meat and long stored herbs.

Nothing could compare to her own presence. The warmth radiating from her thick winter coat. The plush softness of the inky black draped over her frame. Many loving, gentle caresses of her tongue, or the sweet hum of her voice in a soft spun song.

Her son was in a bad way. His wounds were deep. It made her heart quiver, seeing every laceration marring his beautiful granite fur. His blood...her blood, still crusted to raw flesh. A hot, stinging stream of tears trickled down her cheeks. Her beautiful, sweet boy, tattered from a senseless attack.

Elentari never left his side. She only stepped outside to relieve herself or grab a bite to eat from a close by cache. When she was not sleeping, curled close around his frame, she kept a watchful vigil. Or gingerly tended to his wounds. Whispering comfort into his ear.

With her she had on hand a plentiful supply of medicinal herbs. Chamomile. Lavender. Marigold. Nettle. Poppy seeds. And of course, moss and cobwebs wrapped around the deeper of the wounds. She monitored her son often, changing the dressings when necessary. 

Psychical wounds healed. Mental one's, took much longer, if they ever healed at all. She glanced outside to the daylight. Her mind went to Argent, imagining his horror on the fate that had befallen their boy.