Bearclaw Valley Your Special Spot in Hell Awaits You

a stupid fight. astara had seen her share, and had learned two things — draw your fangs early, and never fight outnumbered. 

she was no healer, but @Evien was. ignoring the terse nature of her companion (and who could blame him? astara would feel the same in his position), the nightshade made for the medicinal den where herbs were kept. 

she knew not what to grab, and instead stared blankly at the sundry mosses and herbs shelfed in the dark cave. pulling the one that smelled most similar to the pungent poultice evien had once administered to her, astara swung back to skoll with the bitter flora held in her jaws.