The next stop for him would be none other than the infirmary. Where he fully expected to get to better know the medic. Who...he did hope wouldn't mind him crashing the pad. Maybe he would get lucky, and find the makings of a friend or something. However, if the resident doctor was anything like Woya?

He wouldn't hold his breath.

He slowed to a halt outside the infirmary. A warm bark to announce his arrival first. Figured it would save him face if he did not immediately barge in.

Hircine. Woya just accepted me, told me I'd sleep here for the time being. In case all of that hadn't been clear enough in the series of calls.

Levi, pack medic! Good information to commit to memory, especially as he hunted and scouted. Injuries were bound to happen.

Ah, I don't think so? Unless you have something for cracked paws. Although he wondered if any treatment might be moot if he would be off to the mountains in no time. Figure it might not hurt to patch them up before Woya sends me to the mountains. This said as if he expected the medic to know exactly what he was discussing.

Packs were always on the same page, right? All of them in unison, and so on and so forth.

At least that's what he had known them to be.

That...sure would be a sight to be greeted with.

The man's cheeks had become chipmunk-like in nature, bulged with something in them. Was that the...?

Oh, yup. It sure had been the very medicine the man said he had. Plopped fresh onto the ground in a wad of cud. Hircine wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Medic wolf in the mouth, even. Carefully he began the work of dipping each paw into the wad. A gross, warm sensation between his toes. Although he couldn't deny that it did already make his paws feel better. Moisture and warmth were wonders for the dull, dry cracks.

She said I got about a week before I need to head that way. Figure I give it three days before hitting the road, checking in on the family up the mountain. He flopped down onto his side, legs and paws stretched outright so he wouldn't just smear the salve all over the ground. Anything you need while I'm out there?

Had Woya mentioned...a death? She had seemed inclined to send him to scope out the water situation and their health. It almost seemed shitty to show up and ask about that when their founder just died. Good thing he hadn't gone into it blind now.

Regardless he composed himself and offered a little nod.

I don't mind at all. That's really thoughtful. A little flex of his toes while the balm started to dry against him. What do you got in mind? Have a hide to wrap it all up in? That could be easily rectified if not, but was always good to know what they'd need to prepare.

He nodded with understanding as he listened along to what Levi said. Most all of it went above his head, but that was alright. A gift was a gift! He also figured that this family up the mountain might have a medic of their own. More equipped to handle herbs than the probationer.

Elk's Bend. River far from here, the migration trails earned the place the name. You heard of it?  He figured there was a solid chance the medic hadn't. What were the odds somebody heard about home here? A fifty-fifty shot at best. Higher odds among scouts or hunters.