Let The Hunt Begin

With the male lying down, and Bane out of the picture (fickle man, she thought to herself, affectionately), the priestess got to work, squeezing the juices of Canada Milk Vetch and Bergamot onto the wound, making sure to get drops in every part of the wound. Flinging the used leaves aside, she turned back to the herb bundle, taking out rose hips and stinging nettle and pressing the leaves onto the wound, grabbing cobwebs and wrapping them around the cut, binding the herbs tightly. "Keep that on there until nightfall, then take it off and wash your wound off. It should be fine after that.."

The priestess gathered her materials and trotted back to the herb store, to re-categorize the herbs she had left, and see what other herbs she had to procure before winter began.