Bearclaw Valley Your Special Spot in Hell Awaits You

what's this "until his death" bs? skoll aint dyin'

with the hunter's acquiescence, astara began to apply the paste. she worked quickly, without much finesse -- besides a few hisses of discomfort and an inexpert application here and there, the process was relatively straightforward. chew bitter leaves to a paste, apply sluice, wince, repeat.

stepping back, astara inspected her handiwork. she was a far way from evien's talent, but she felt a little better knowing that the herbs he'd used on her were now surely packed to skoll's wounds.

now, what came next was finding out who the fuck had been stupid enough to attack one of the beargod's own.

she packed his wounds with what she could; when she was ready, she howled for evien and left skoll to the more capable medic's hands. he'd live to see another day -- and if they were lucky, maybe he'd live to see his vengeance.