🦔Grub🦔

You approach the toppled tulip tree a bit hesitantly, limping on one paw. Where the thick mat of roots had lifted, pulling up a sheet of the earth with it, a gap had formed, and been expanded into a spacious den by wolf paws. Out wafted the sharp scent of herbs, both comforting and overwhelming. You shake your head and turn to walk away; visits to the herbalist were never pleasant.

"Get back here," A stern she-wolf barks from the darkness of the hollow. 

Grub steps out, shaking her pelt. A few scraps of leaves tumbling from her rich, homely brown fur. Her paws are stained yellow, as they always are; dyed by the sulfur-colored pollen of a favourite medicinal flower. Her sharp, analytical orange eyes look you over, assessing your condition.

It only takes moments before she growls, "Come in, that paw's infected. When were you bitten? You should have come right away."

"Er, I didn't think a little nip warranted wasting the supplies," You respond, sounding like a pup being scolded by its mother.

"It's a hell of a lot fewer supplies to prevent infection than treat it," She rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid."

Despite her irritated tone, as she ushers you inside and rummages through the tinctures, her caring is clear, her touch gentle on your sore paws. As you leave, she softly tells you to come in right away next time, it's no trouble at all.

Total Shuffled

Notable markings: 

Honey Shaded

Beige Inuit Unders