Ouch, ouch, ouch. The Archer Lyall prince had gone and done it. He managed to cut his paw while running carelessly. He should have know better and it probably served him right for not taking Morganna and the others warnings about not leaving the pack. Of course wanderlust had gotten the best of him and he had take the chance to run for a bit. Thus resulting in him cutting his paw on a rather dull looking but sharp pointed rock.
Limping his way to where the herbs smelled strong he was hoping his mother or one of the other healers would be here. He mostly wished for his mother though because Deacon did not want to make a fool of himself by saying he got cut by a rock. Surely the others would laugh at him for saying such things. Though he knew they probably wouldn't understand his issues anyways. Besides, best to go to mother for these types of situations.
Sticking his nose into the infirmary he sniffed in deeply. It smelt of both his mother and the strong scent of enticing plants. So many smells he hadn't even encountered before his brain was a bit overwhelmed. But he reminded himself what he was here for. Looking around for a moment he decided it would be easier to just call out to her. "Mom? Are you in here?" His voice was a soft hush in case someone else was in the infirmary.