It's Minglin' Time

[crittersheep]

WHO: You
WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: Afternoon 62

[ With Bluebell's lovely morning rite, it's shaping up to be quite the peaceful day. The spring thaw continues, bringing young lilywogs with lingering stubby tails to the shores. It's easy to spot them floating among the reeds, though they're still prone to scattering if disturbed.

And across the pasture everyone is hopefully having a peaceful day, right? Or have some of you been getting up to shenanigans instead? ]

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[leonheartedly]

[that's fine, he'd have some problems trying to do it himself. He only hisses briefly before he clenches his jaw to tough it out]

Yeah. 'Bout the size of the wolves you'll find in the woods, just - also a shark. There was a pack of them.

[wants_the_phd]

[She's being as gentle as she can, but also trying to get all the salt and cooties out of there. Do these need stitches? Man, she doesn't know shit about human healthcare. If only Crois were here.]

Has anyone talked to you about wolfsbane yet?

[leonheartedly]

[if only! But he can always heal it later, too, he just defaults to taking care of it like this first]

. . . yeah, it's come up.

[wants_the_phd]

Good. I don't know what other flocks have it, but there's some in this clinic if you need some. --Not much, but some.

We really need to refill our stores if more people are doing mist trips...

[leonheartedly]

Yeah . . .

Give me a day or two - probably two - and I'll get a group together to go out to get some. If I end up using one, I want to replace it.