12-19-2007, 02:52 PM
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For Melody :o
She put the bowl down for a moment, rubbing her hands together. This was her special place, the tree that she always sat under when she worked with her herbs; the willow's branches swayed back and forth in the light breeze that swept over the lands, at the very edge of her line of sight. The green eyed wolf was taking a small break, looking down at the results of the morning's work. Right now she had a nice amount of willow bark ground up and ready for bottling. Willow bark was good for several things; it was known to be a fever reducer, and could help with other things like headaches, upset stomachs, and colds. You could never have too much of it, not with the amount of patients that came to her for help nowadays.
The winter had made the number of hurt animals skyrocket; she didn't see how anyone in the pack could be going hungry with this many injured creatures running around. Some came to her for help, and other she went out and hunted. It was in a wolf's instincts to go after the weakest in the herd...but if they came to her they were spared. At least until they healed completely. Then they were fair game, as she and they both knew. The hunter had just finished recovering from an injury of her own, a bad break on her back leg...a break caused by the Inferni coyotes. She'd had her suspicions about her mate Conri's dissapearance and had been running the borders with her cousin Poe when they had been attacked by the pair of devils.
Naniko had a lot to do, but she didn't want to get all of her work done at once. After she finished with work she'd be alone again. Solitude didn't set right with her; she was too used to having someone around to talk to that she didn't cope well with this sudden isolation. She was thinking about moving dens, to somewhere closer to the rest of the pack, just so that she might cross paths with them more often.
She picked up a new piece of bark and began grinding it. She'd think about it after she was finished with this.
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For Melody :o
She put the bowl down for a moment, rubbing her hands together. This was her special place, the tree that she always sat under when she worked with her herbs; the willow's branches swayed back and forth in the light breeze that swept over the lands, at the very edge of her line of sight. The green eyed wolf was taking a small break, looking down at the results of the morning's work. Right now she had a nice amount of willow bark ground up and ready for bottling. Willow bark was good for several things; it was known to be a fever reducer, and could help with other things like headaches, upset stomachs, and colds. You could never have too much of it, not with the amount of patients that came to her for help nowadays.
The winter had made the number of hurt animals skyrocket; she didn't see how anyone in the pack could be going hungry with this many injured creatures running around. Some came to her for help, and other she went out and hunted. It was in a wolf's instincts to go after the weakest in the herd...but if they came to her they were spared. At least until they healed completely. Then they were fair game, as she and they both knew. The hunter had just finished recovering from an injury of her own, a bad break on her back leg...a break caused by the Inferni coyotes. She'd had her suspicions about her mate Conri's dissapearance and had been running the borders with her cousin Poe when they had been attacked by the pair of devils.
Naniko had a lot to do, but she didn't want to get all of her work done at once. After she finished with work she'd be alone again. Solitude didn't set right with her; she was too used to having someone around to talk to that she didn't cope well with this sudden isolation. She was thinking about moving dens, to somewhere closer to the rest of the pack, just so that she might cross paths with them more often.
She picked up a new piece of bark and began grinding it. She'd think about it after she was finished with this.