Blackfeather Woods Insight III

Sorry I'm slow!

One of his members has seemed to fallen ill, in some capacity. An infected wound.
He could do wounds. Clean it, chew the herbs, and cover it. Then clean it every day.
He'd taken his time to gather them. Moonshadow had spoken of herbs for wounds in these woods. Used them for his scraped. He didn't remember their names, but he knew the smell and the appearance.

He didn't know how to gather cobwebs. But sap was sticky, so he managed to scrape some onto a broad leaf. He'd use it to lay over the wound.
He carried his small assortment of herbs to the northern members. Taikon and Takiyok.
He saw the woman poking her head from a den and chuffed, trotting the rest of the way with a soft wave of his tail.
He set down the sprigs of mint and what-not along with that leaf holding the sap, another placed ontop to keep it clean.

"Sorry I took so long," he cast a worried look into the den, the smell musky and wrong. This was worse than he thought.