She had been thinking, mulling over her task before she sprung into action. It was always best to have a plan, after all, that lesson had been hammered into her head over and over when she was younger. Sometimes it was necessary to think on the fly, but for the most part, it made things a lot easier if you knew what you were doing beforehand. Morrigan knew it wouldn't be easy to find a lone healer, and the past days she had been scouring the lands, searching for the pungent sent of herbs that would mark a healer's den. It was an important task, she knew this, due to Roman's injuries and she felt a small bit of pride in knowing that he had entrusted her with it.
Nose to the ground, trying to ignore the scents of wolves that criss-crossed the forest floor, she continued her search for a healer. The wolves that were the masters of herbs, of knowing which plant did what- There had been a few healers that had run with the group she had been with, and she knew just the very basics of combat healing- stemming bloodflow, mostly, until a more experienced wolf could take over. There was no way that she could learn in time to help Roman, and so instead she sought out someone who was experienced and capable, whoever or wherever they might be.
Morrigan had stuck to the freelands, unwilling to recruit from a pack quite yet, knowing that loyalties ran deep. It seemed that she would be lucky today, as she scent of concentrated herbs crossed her nose. She followed the scent to it's source, a den nestled deep in the woods. She peered inside, and upon seeing the form of a wolf, let out a bark of greeting. "Name's Morrigan. I'm assuming from the herbs in your den that you are a healer. If you would hear me out, I have a proposition for you." |