"I do, actually," Levi was quick to answer, ears lifting with happiness to be of use in his role. After all, he had much to make up for. He took a few steps back toward the den entrance, but politely kept his eyes on Hircine's chest as the man continued to speak. The mountains? Was he meeting with the Cove wolves, then? Did one of the others know this guy? He hoped Woya or Adelard would come explain soon, but continued to internalize his curiosity rather than display it.
Levi ducked back into the den, and swiftly picked out what he needed. When he returned from beneath the roots and earth that encapsulated the infirmary and its cellar, his wolfish cheeks bulged with the plant matter he munched upon, grinding it into a pulp with his teeth and saliva. It wasn't the most enticing method, but when utilizing material that was safe to ingest he had been taught this way was most efficient. Much like how one should lick a wound clean, the effectiveness of the medicine was believed to only be bolstered.
Once finished, he let the salve out onto the grass.
"Looks gross I know but if you coat your pads in this stuff and give 'em a rest, they should start to heal and strengthen back up. How long do ya have?"
Was this just for a few days, an indeterminable length, permanent?
(This post was last modified: Sep 10, 2022, 03:08 AM by Leviticus.)