Shadows. [Open]

Kira distinguished her flames, and trotted over to Nasia and Spratz.

"damned demon..." she muttered, inspecting Nasia's odd state. She lightly placed her paw to the grizzly's head, and could feel her burning up. She looked over at Spratz concerned.

"she needs a doctor Spratz, that Orilath did something to her...." she said to the eagle, taking her paw away from the shaking grilzzly. Kira peered into Nasia's eyes and took a step back.

Spratz breathed a sigh of relief. He thought she was dieing telling by the wound on her head, but she just seemed a bit lost.

"Outside of your cave, Nasia. A few feet actually."

They really weren't far from the cave at all. Once they got in there, they were safe.

Standing up straight, he looked at Kira with a worried expression.

"I don't know anybody who is good with that sort of stuff. My mother maybe. But she's far from here."

Nasia was laying in the middle of her cluttered cave as the two decided what they were going to do. All she did was simply listen. She didn't even bother to point out that she was a witch doctor and could take care of her own wounds. But, she liked having people take care of very every once in a while, so she decided to not say anything. The bear just lay there and tried to gather her scattered thoughts; she paid no attention to her painful wounds.


((Nasia is so helpful. :'D))

Kira nodded, standing up and facing North in the direction of where Spratz's mother would most likely be.
" I will be back soon, make sure Nasia stays safe" She said to her leader, taking off afterwards. Being a cheetah, Kira darted away in a matter of seconds, making her way over fallen trees and boulders. She kept on running, not stopping until she found Spratz's mother

After Kira left, Spratz turned to Nasia. Purple and yellow herbs. Looking around, he knew it would take him a while to find it. There was quite a lot of stuff on the shelves and in corners and crevices. No matter. He's just have to search out the brightly colored ones.

Walking up to the first few on the floor, he peers into each one of them to try and find the specified herbs. Many were green. Some weren't herbs and were a liquid of some sort and others were solid bones or fragments of some sort.

He eventually stood upwards and peered into the ones on the second shelf. They were just in his reach, but none of them were the correct herbs.

"Do you sort these in any certain order? Color? Smell?"

His tone was quiet, yet frantic. The bleeding had to stop.

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.:Somewhere in derpland:. (just kidding)

~A few miles out.....

Jean had just completed picking up the last fragment of glass that she had found on the ground. The jingly shards on her neckless clicked in the same rhythm that the one in her closed claw was. She had always liked noisy things, shiny things, or anything that caught her attention. But that also included gathering supplies for splints, healing herbs, and water for cleansing. Nurturing had always been a hidden talent of hers, and she never seemed to care for it. But when she found the time, she would be the ready bird that she was and prepare things for the future.

((I know right?! And Beana sorta disappeared. eOe))