Noctisardor Bypass nature

Druid emerged from the den, a dribble of blood on her lip. A cause of concern any other day, but Fiona had come to expect it these past few days with the Den Mother. Her teeth were the worst of it, and the witch wondered if she was having any luck eating since the incident. It had to have been painful to bite down on anything. Hopefully Heda had been able to chew her meals for her, as unappealing as that must have been. Fiona had hoped to find a fresher kill with soft organs intact, but they would have to make do with what she had found along the way.

Hey, how are you? Have you been able to eat? she asked. Without food, healing was going to come to a grinding halt, and Fiona certainly didn't want that. She watched how Druid favored her injured elbow, too. Hopefully some of the dulling herbs she had brought by earlier had helped, and she had another small dose lined up at her feet, courtesy of Prowler.