Question 1: Where did they build Hadrian’s Wall?

The scent of blood was what alerted me to the return of my cousin, his victory seeming to echo within the same moment and I found myself content in that. I hadn’t really decided what I was going to do if this pack fell. I had only just arrived here after all and had little intention of leaving. I suppose I could have served a new Queen in much the same fashion as I was willing to serve Eden. It’s about opportunity I suppose and I was willing to take what I could get, if a new Queen could offer me the same as Eden then why not stay? I suppose it was fortunate such a decision was hardly needed, the scent of my cousin so fresh from battle wafting down and within my den as a call for myself seemed to find it’s way upon the air. Evidently the last healer had managed to disappear, Eden had asked me to get to know him and yet Solitaire had made himself scarce mere days after my arrival. It was unfortunate, I suppose, there was something to be learned from him I was sure and yet that was an opportunity lost. Then again his descent into madness may not well have been ideal. I paused only briefly to examine what ingredients remained within my den before lifting my ashen form from the earth of my resting place to head towards Eden now- the scent of another briefly managing to become clear around that odour of blood and adrenaline that so seemed to permeate the air in the wake of a fight. I had assisted in the healing of my own parents enough to be made aware of the damage the fangs of others could incur and yet rarely was it enough to give true concern. If anything it was infection that so seemed to dictate how well and quickly a wound would heal.

The voice of another, a female, managed to reach my ears in the moments my head appeared from my den, the white girl blathering on about the most out-dated archaic wound management technique I do believe I have ever heard, pushing what appeared to be a bowl of…charcoal towards him. I felt my heckles bristle slightly, my own form a truly towering thing as any son of Kane’s surely would be. Maybe I should have explained to Eden my own little quirks in this regard. I don’t….work well with others, I never really have aside from Meryl, maybe it comes from being part of such a large family but I rather like my space and this female was in it. My ashen ears fell backwards briefly, lips pulled back to expose the white of my teeth before I rather suddenly lunged in her direction- teeth aimed to bite into her shoulder or snap at her side were she quick enough to dodge, essentially aiming to force her away from my own personal space within Glorall. None had reason to be here, after all, unless they were requiring medical attention and this girl was doing no more then getting in the way- whoever she was. My work is…personal, private- I share my techniques with no one and I hardly need some female sniffing about it. I let the snarl in my throat die abruptly, one paw moving to slide her charcoal concoction to the side and towards her with a rather pointed look. I can be friendly when I choose, but I can be decidedly unfriendly as well. It’s my space.

“If you put that sap in his fur it is going to do no more then get stuck- it takes weeks to come out, the fur clumps and often takes the scab with it when it finally does heal. As for that charcoal- if he gets even any of that in his mouth he will spend the evening vomiting from it. Charcoal is an excellent antidote for poisons but not for wounds. I don’t know who taught you but they should have been fired. This is also my den and you were not invited…whoever you are. Your methods are outdated, they are old- they will work to be sure, but mine are better.”

The orange of my gaze flicked from one to the other, briefly waiting for either to attempt to argue with me, most usually did, the older wolves never did agree with my efforts after all and were forever attempting to tell me I was wrong even when the evidence in front of them remained so clear. Maybe I had…..had a few accidents over the years but I never had killed anyone just yet. Besides, I had a rank to work towards and maybe this female was aspiring towards the same thing, if she was I simply had to better her. I always was competitive. Besides, Eden called for me not her, she could wait her turn and if he wanted to wash his face in her shell full of dirt then by all means he was welcome, I would hardly stop him. Charcoal was once a very common cure after all…..for poisoning. I shook my head slightly, seating myself before the resting Alpha now, gaze moving hurriedly across his form in an effort to seek out the damage. A few tears below the jawline and some bits to his scruff. Had he actually been in a fight? Or had they just played like puppies? I smirked slightly at my own amusement before turning my attention back towards what needed to be done, stepping away from Eden briefly to return back to my den- dragging a series of sea turtle shells out behind myself in various sizing. There was a benefit to having my den so close to the water, one shell easily filled with fresh water from the river that flowed down from Diveen, the other filled with the salted water of the ocean.

“Ready to see the magic?”

I wasn’t really sure which one I was talking to, Eden, the female- or both, my Angel Marked form moving now to bathe my own front paws in the fresh water, removing dust, dirt and debris from them. Why no healers ever thought to do this I really don’t know, I’d seen Meryl clean wounds a million times, I watched Zen do the same but none of them had considered the dirt on their own paws. It’s not wrong, not really, like I said though- I like to come up with new methods. With my forepaws clean I moved to lift one paw to Eden’s damaged ruff, pulling back the fur ever so slightly to examine the bite marks here, my other paw lifted now until both rested upon him, clean paws and teeth working to remove the dirt, debris or anything else that might have become tangled within the wound before returning my paws to the clean water again and reaching for the smaller shell of salt.

“This is going to hurt significantly, Eden, but it will remove any chance of infection, it’s mainly salt water, with a little something extra that I can’t share right now, but believe me- you won't have an infection- it will sting though, but not for long. If you bite me I will hurt you more out of spite- so don’t.”

My bedside manner left much to be desired I suppose, the shell lifted before being poured upon his open wounds, soaking them thoroughly, well aware of how much that was going to sting before I lifted my paws once more to apply pressure to it, numbing the pain and yet further encouraging the blood to clot all the same before pulling them away to examine the now nicely clean, pink wounds. Good. I moved then to reach for my final turtle shell, the one holding a few of my chosen items for this procedure, paw reaching now for one of my secret weapons.

“Do you know what this is, Eden?”

I held the greyish collection of…mess towards him, allowing him a moment to examine it, pulling my paw away before Snowy could get much of a look. Maybe I can be childish when I try and yet I flashed her something of a grin all the same- a challenge I suppose, from one healer to another. We tend not to fight with fangs after all, even if I held a perfect warriors build, we healers have other ways of….one-upping one another.

“It’s silk. Some from spiders, some from other insects that produce it, it takes forever to collect, you need a lot because too little is to weak- but enough of it and its gold. Healers don’t think outside the box anymore, they use the same dry, traditional methods- no one ever experiments like they should.”

I leant forward then, twisting my claws about until the silk wound around them alone, twisting again to wrap a little around a few of Eden’s white furs before pressing it into the wound and twisting again, wrapping and twisting. It was fine, delicate work, using his own fur as the binding to seal the cleaned wound over with the silk, the properties of the silk itself holding healing charm and yet holding the wound closed without a need for sticky sap or anything that smelled. It was also nearly invisible when done.

“The silk itself holds healing properties that will heal the wound while holding it closed, no one will even be able to see it and within a few days the silk will naturally dissolve and the wound will hold it’s own. Ta-da.”

Healers do not have enough showmanship. The wound was perfect, clean, neat, tidy and basically invisible upon him, may paws returned to my shell of clean water now as I examined beneath his jaw. Gaze drifting briefly to the girl once more- she had nice fur, I would admit to that. I never really noticed until now.

“Should I continue with my work or would you rather wash your face in her bowl of dirt? I actually suggest opening that wound more than it is and letting it bleed some more, I can do that if you agree, unconventional though it is, it has a purpose I promise and you did say you wanted to see some more of my methods, so shall we?”

His scruff was utter perfection, why he wouldn’t want me to continue I don’t know but I have had others panic a little before when I have suggested bleeding the wound more then it is, I hardly intend to rip him open, I merely seek to un-clot it a little- though I see no reason to explain why if he is unwilling to allow me to…nip him slightly. He wanted different and I was offering that, I already had, I was merely touching the tip of the iceberg of my capabilities in this regard.