Snowforest Taiga nibwaakaawin ikwe

the wild woman swallows back any urge or pride that might compel her to bite again. she seats herself, eyes heavily lidded as they trail after the bear of a woman that retreats behind the bend. the absence of her presence heavy, but Kuva would not follow. 

tongue rasps against the open wounds on her leg. blood stains the golden fur there, heavy and unyielding. the sting is tolerable enough for her to bare no complaints. only the twitch of her tail would reveal discomfort. 

mountain woman's return isn't unwelcome. herbs are dropped at her paws, and Kuva regards them with a tilt of her head. she hardly the knowledge to heal herself, as that was delegated to her twin, who's absence sits heavy in her chest. she was the smarter of the two; able to heal any wound, no matter how grievous. 

and so she is left to try and use the little knowledge retained by watching her sister's work. "thank you," is all she offers before she's scooping the yarrow into her jaws to grind it into a bitter-tasting paste. snout wrinkling with displeasure as she lathers the poultice onto her wounds.

eyes flicker toward the victor of their fight. "you need, too?" an olive branch. having another capable warrior at her side was more appealing than chasing the brute off.