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@ River
Keme watched in silence as Silent wandered off after the hunting party. His eyes widened slightly at her sudden onset of bravery. It seemed like a good thing. He turned his attention back to his self communications. "Ahh...What was I doing...Oh yesh, thank you." He made his way back towards his den and dabbled about for a while before emerging with what appeared to be a skull cap in the shape of a bowl and a think, pink, liquid mixture which was almost impossible to make out, except for a few leaves and some white floating granules.
He made his way across camp and approached the den in which River was resting. Keme was probably the last wolf you would want to be seeing when sick or injured, coincidently he was a medicine wolf. He dropped the mixture on the ground and nosed it along towards River.
"They warned me of the smell of infection." The first words coming from his mouth, as always, being quiet strange. 'They' not referring to anyone physical. "The smell of rotting flesh is probably something you want to avoid." He grinned widely, his dark sense of humor enough to scare anyone.
He nosed the mixture closer, it smelt disgusting and that matched it's appearance.





















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