01-09-2020, 08:00 PM
Then she came to the rescue.
She had just been wandering around the territory, cautious in where she stepped so she didn't set off any traps. She didn't want to get herself hurt, nor did she want to mess up the defenses the other Tanglewooders had set up. That would just be inconsiderate of her! In her mouth, she held a woven basket, slowly filling up with sweet smelling herbs. She wasn't too experienced in using plants as medicine, since she had used human methods all her life, but she was always willing to learn. She had gone to the library multiple times to read through books on herbs and what they did, what they looked like, where they grew, etcetera.
Maybe she wasn't an official healer of the group, but she saw no reason to stop helping out. Who knew what would happen? It never hurt to have knowledge, much less use it.
The sound of a scuffle distracts her from her staring down at the ground, face lifting to look around to see where the noise was coming from. When she heard the voice of Dallas, she quickly followed it, concerned by the way he spoke, angry but breathless. She hoped he wasn't hurt.
Her hopes were dashed, though, when the scene came into her view, her quick trot breaking out into a run. "Hey!" she calls, muffled by the basket handle between her teeth. The smell of blood hits her hard, makes her stomach churn. Having the heightened senses of an animal is still unfamiliar to her, but she powers through, until she's standing at the german shepherd's side.
Ade sets the basket down at her paws and focuses on Vathmos, a serious look on her face, a rare sight. "Go find something else to eat, Vathmos. There's plenty else to hunt here." she says, as if she's a mother protecting her cub from a predator. In a way, she supposes that she is.
With that addressed, she turns back to Dallas, worry clear in her eyes. She winces lightly when she looks at the wound on his side. "Dally, settle down. Let me treat it." she's quiet, trying her best to be soothing while she looks through her gathered stash, simply wanting him to sit down at least so he can stop irritating the wound and probably making it worse.
She had just been wandering around the territory, cautious in where she stepped so she didn't set off any traps. She didn't want to get herself hurt, nor did she want to mess up the defenses the other Tanglewooders had set up. That would just be inconsiderate of her! In her mouth, she held a woven basket, slowly filling up with sweet smelling herbs. She wasn't too experienced in using plants as medicine, since she had used human methods all her life, but she was always willing to learn. She had gone to the library multiple times to read through books on herbs and what they did, what they looked like, where they grew, etcetera.
Maybe she wasn't an official healer of the group, but she saw no reason to stop helping out. Who knew what would happen? It never hurt to have knowledge, much less use it.
The sound of a scuffle distracts her from her staring down at the ground, face lifting to look around to see where the noise was coming from. When she heard the voice of Dallas, she quickly followed it, concerned by the way he spoke, angry but breathless. She hoped he wasn't hurt.
Her hopes were dashed, though, when the scene came into her view, her quick trot breaking out into a run. "Hey!" she calls, muffled by the basket handle between her teeth. The smell of blood hits her hard, makes her stomach churn. Having the heightened senses of an animal is still unfamiliar to her, but she powers through, until she's standing at the german shepherd's side.
Ade sets the basket down at her paws and focuses on Vathmos, a serious look on her face, a rare sight. "Go find something else to eat, Vathmos. There's plenty else to hunt here." she says, as if she's a mother protecting her cub from a predator. In a way, she supposes that she is.
With that addressed, she turns back to Dallas, worry clear in her eyes. She winces lightly when she looks at the wound on his side. "Dally, settle down. Let me treat it." she's quiet, trying her best to be soothing while she looks through her gathered stash, simply wanting him to sit down at least so he can stop irritating the wound and probably making it worse.