Lost Creek Hollow Covered in Foxglove

A mouthful of herbs nearly blocked his vision. Crowfeather trekked the path from his herb stock to the place where @Atreus healed. His pace was swift for a man missing a leg. The urgency had been created when he had heard that the boy had stepped from his rest and into the waking world.

The tripod stood outside the den, ears swiveling to capture any shift in sound that might come from within. He stepped inside and chuffed softly to announce his presence. There was no need to frighten the young wounded wolf.

I brought you some more herbs. These- These ones won't make you as tired, but they'll help you feel more energetic… stronger, Crowfeather said into the healing den. His honey warm eyes searched for the figure of Atreus.