Swiftcurrent Creek copper

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arlette had many plants muskrat did not know. but her time in battles had made her malleable to the arts of a healer, even with the obstacles of culture and language between them.

the water was cool upon her leg. she stretched the limb when arlette returned and indicated that she do so. pain blossomed in black spirals within muskrat, but she refused to let this show. the green material intrigued her, for she recognized this at least. "soqos," she murmured of the longer plants, though she found herself touching a paw to the inner fluff of the cattails, for which she had no word.

the plantwolf bound her leg. "i run from bear. bear chase. i fall, break ankle. but bear not kill," muskrat darkly chuckled, her sharp teeth glinting for a moment. "you good, yatiri."