Arrow Lake I'm good it's just a scratch

"i am a man of many interests," mahler muttered crisply, leaning forward to sniff kazimir's coat. satisified that her wounds did not seem festered, he lowered his muzzle and began to grind a soft green plant into a paste. "and vhat pack is good vithout a healer?" with a grunt, the gargoyle leant forward and began to smear the masticated plant along her rent flesh. comfrey — when dry, it would pull the torn edges together and hopefully knit them in a reasonable amount of time.