The Heartwood cut to the chase

Anyone! Maybe a healer?

The earth-toned creature wove through the dogwoods with the full intention of finding a meal. Her attention was rapt - her eyes tracing along the thin lines of the trees while she navigated betwixt them. There was a flash of movement to Basilie's immediate right, and so she dove towards it; carving a path through the frosted autumn leaves and listening to their crunch. The sound reminded her of the crunch of bone. This in turn reminded her of the damage she had been dealt, the wound on her shoulder that throbbed despite her insistence to ignore it; thus the creature she chased (whatever it was) vanished from her reach. Basilie gave pause then, and stood to listen to the forest. There was nothing but the soft sound of the canopies being tousled by the wind... And the sharp pain of her ripped shoulder.