Hideaway Strath Itchy and scratchy show

If it was one thing the tundra mix was known for, it was her near infinite patience. Phox only seemed to be half listening to what she had said the entire time, to distracted by the itching that cursed him. Other wolves would have gotten aggravated by this point, especially when giving out medical advice. But not her. She didn't even blink. Just switched tactics.

Her snout swept in to gently brush his own aside, hoping to get him to pay attention for just a moment. She was quick in the motion, drawing her muzzle swiftly and safely out of reach should he take offense and try to snap. She meant well, believing she knew what was best. But if he wanted to ignore the advice he had asked for, then that was his choice. "Medical plants and herbs in case of an emergency. Every pack has a stock, usually." She explained. There was the chance that Asterism Grove had no such supplies, given their newness and lack of a healer she was aware of. To bolster him further, she threw in a new suggestion. "C'mon. Why don't we go down to the river right now to soak your paws?" She said as she got up to walk.