Deft paws passed over rotting flesh, chasing infection away. Claws ripped and bruised leaves, extracting juices. Smooth pads washed blood away. Such was the rhythm in which Lyr worked.
In the darkness, the wolf’s mismatched eyes were the same color - shadows. And with those eyes she saw the shadows within the body she bent over, threatening every moment of the life beneath her paws. Every laborious breath was welcomed by soothing murmurs to reassure the alpha. The herbs she dealt with were fresh in her memory as if she had learnt them yesterday, but truly they were foreign to Lyr. They were not part of her usual arsenal... And although her actions were confident, her mind knew she was not suited for the medicine den. Many hearts had she poisoned, many bodies had she prepared for the ground.
She briefly recalled the times when she had sent shadows to consume the minds of her enemies, the herbs that had oozed poison and death... but these memories were fragmented. She only knew the shadows to be her friends, yet for some reason today she was chasing them away... It would be so easy to kill the poor soul beneath her, so simple to end the misery...
Yet she worked with kindness in her heart, sympathy in her silent words. And she supposed time passed, for when there was nothing left but to send Borlla to sleep, night had fallen.
Walking out into the night she inhaled deeply the scent of the fresh, cold air outside the den. As she left the warmth of the place where Borlla rested she noticed the smell of herbs and sickness clinging to her pelt. Steps were taken with care through the shadows down to the water that provided the valley with bounty. When she reached it she checked to see if she was alone before dipping her paws into the cold water. Throughout the day she had heard the cries and laughter of the pack, but so far none had bothered her and she had been provided all that she had asked for. It was all for the good of their leader, so no one opposed her, but now that she had done her job, she wondered what was next for her.
Of course, the healing was not over. There was a long road ahead for the alpha, provided she awoke in the morning.
The cold of the water shocked her but was soothing on her tired feet. Her lids were heavy and the queer feeling she was being watched had come over her. It was strange being around a pack. It was hard to even believe Lyr had once grown up in a place like this. A cold wind chilled her sweaty skin. Her scent was mixed with the scent of the pack, but she still must have smelled like a stranger. It made her nervous to know she was around so many wolves... So she began to wash herself to look presentable when the time came for her to meet the others.