Herbalists' Cache You always had to love yourself, is this what you wanted

Etienne often forgot that his accent was different. He actually didn't usually think of it. IT was how he talked and he actually liked it about himself. It reminded him of home and his mama and siblings. His granme's. Yes he liked it just fine.

This youth had the scent of another on his fur. But it was stale and Etienne hoped that whomever had been with got away from whatever had been chasing them based on the wound and the way the boys body seemed battered.

Etienne sniffed at it and slowly nodded. I be cleanin' it. You be ready?

He bent to the task of cleaning it thoroughly. Bitter and salty. When that was done, the yellow yarrow was chewed and placed upon it. And Cobwebs tightened around it. IT was the best he could do with such limited time and supplies.

Dat will be needin' changin'