@Kassander
Following Narimé back into camp with a lowered head, she continued on her own as the leader went off to attend to other business. She hadn’t been reprimanded yet, but she assumed that it would come later. A brief break in her thoughts brought on the concept of discomfort, even pain that she was currently feeling in her limbs. Various scrapes, cuts, and bites littered her legs and belly from the vicious foxes that had attacked her on her way through Cedarwood Forest where she’d inevitably dug herself a metaphorical hole. She winced at the stinging, pausing to bend her head and apply a lick to some of the worse ones which had actually managed to split the skin decent apart. The Star Dancer knew that she needed to go and see someone for it, maybe the herdalist, or what had it been called…the herbalist. That had been it.
Moving toward a den, she stopped outside and gave a sniff hoping that the den she had picked would be the right one. Automatically, the scent of herbs wafting from it gave her the answer that she had been correct. Poking her head into the entrance, looking around with squinted mismatched eyes as she tried to see if anyone was there. “Hello, is anyone in here perhaps?” She questioned gently, her voice which was normally full of energy now tired and weighed down. Meeting someone new normally excited her, but at that moment she just wanted to make sure her wounds were taken care of so they wouldn’t get infected then go take a nice nap so she could think on everything that had transpired in the last few hours.