Silent Moon Plateau we've guns enough but ammunition short

For @Takis only. Would you mind going for healer demonstration? Or perhaps Erebos could teach Takis?
Dated 11/4 - Overcast & frigid, pre-dawn.
Random Event: The nearby plants sparkle with autumn frost.

He tried to think of it all, given the burden of responsibility that clung to his shoulders and weighed upon his spine. It was difficult however, he was clearly nothing like Phineas and lacking the spark of leadership. However, trying counted, didn't it? After all, this was only temporary. He need only survive, not necessarily thrive in the position. But what did that entail, even?

Medicine and the needs of a properly-structured infirmary were often far from his mind, however as he witnessed the morning's frost shining in the thin strips of moonlight allowed by the clouds overhead, it registered within him that the occupation of herbalist was not filled. Did this mean their cache of herbal supplies would be lacking? Moved to recover what could still be saved from the dropping temperatures, Erebos figured that this task was as good as any for the morning.

As he traipsed across the territory, he thought to call upon Takis, a staccato howl sent out to summon the boy to him. Hopefully he wouldn't be slumbering. Phineas' only surviving son, he had been just as neglected as his nieces. Hopefully with this busy work of gathering Erebos could begin to remedy the situation and bond with the boy a bit.

Erebos can try to teach him some stuff -- Takis knows nothing about healing.

Takis rested by a tall spruce, his form curled in to a tight ball and his nose tucked carefully beneath his plush tail. He was not far from the den @Kyna would have been in, feeling a certain pull at protecting the girl from further harm, given her mother had left her. It would seem the two had quite a bit in common in terms of that.

Erebos’ howl stirred him from his rest. His eyes had already been open, but they blinked wearily in the direction he discerned the call to come form, and lifting himself up, the large yearling gave a shake of his pale pelt before padding towards his uncle’s cry. He knew next to nothing about the man – but the silver wolf was now his Leader, and Takis would not deny him.

The sun had yet to lift above the horizon, though it would soon. Coming upon the Argyris male, Takis’ muzzle bowed lower in acknowledgement to the man’s rank, though he made no movement to greet his uncle physically. The autumn frost hung heavily upon the plants, but his bright eyes were trained upon the wolf before him. “Erebos,” he greeted, leaving the title ‘uncle’ from his words, if only for simplicity sake.