Thunder Dome No one's telling me the cure

perhaps she should check her own biases. his explanation of his strengths is unexpected; she had wrongly assumed he was just another warrior, only to be pleasantly surprised. "it sounds as though you would make a fine leader," she muses in reply. maybe he already is. she has no way of knowing. at any rate, she has already made incorrect assumptions about him.

his response to her good-natured threat provokes an airy laugh from her. it's good to meet someone with a sense of humor. a lazy smirk tempers the corners of her mouth. as she begins to prepare the poultice to apply to the other wolf's neck, she receives his consent and a moniker. amusement flickers briefly over her feminine features like an extinguished candle flame.

"natshana," she corrects him fluidly before gathering first poultice in her mouth. the apothecary holds it with her tongue and then leans forward to press the mixture onto his wound. she carefully uses her tongue to spread the medicine throughout the injury, and then repeats both processes with the second salve. once she is finished, she steps back to admire her handiwork. "you will have to avoid licking or washing the area for at least a day. after that, it is better to flush the wound with water and leave it be."