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Sam found himself in the dens, almost a rare occurrence these days, now that the weather was improving and life was teeming in the forest. It provided ample samples for him to study and better understand medicinals for use in his healing studies—exactly what he was doing at that moment. He had a coveted amount of bottles and bowls that he used to hold specimens after being ground up by a rock expected to be used in salves, ointments, and oral uses.

Specifically in this moment, the brown wolf was examining a particularly interesting plant. It's exterior was dry, smooth, with a series of spikes on the rim... but ones broken through the skin, its abundance of juice (which was a gooey consistency) was cool to the touch, which smell was relatively... mild? He was considering the uses of it when a noise outside the den he was in brought his attention away from his study.

Sambar's initial reaction was to c**k his ears and tilt his head at the female. This was a younger wolf he knew, but did not know her name or who her parents were. Looking at her pelt, though, he briefly recalled a couple which had had blue children, causing quite a little stir. "You must have hit it pretty hard then," was his second reaction.

At the mention of 'head,' Sam approached the female and immediately began examining around her skull and ears. There was some matted blood beginning to dry in her fur (which he smelt before he saw it) and clicked his tongue. "Tsktsk, you've cut it here," he nosed the spot and ignored the wince it caused in the female. Using water and wide, durable leaves, he began to wipe at the blood to show the wound in its entirety.

Sam turned to his concoctions as he spoke. "Who knows how hard you hit it to cause disorientation and confusion, but the fact you made it to the dens at all seems to suggest you're not all that bad off...... hmm... ah, here we are." He turned toward the female with a dark, green-stained glass bottle in his maw. Returning to her side, he removed the makeshift lid and using a flattened wooden stick, broken from a tree, to apply a salve to her wound.

Sam let out a breath of a laugh as he smiled at her reaction. "No, most of my makings here are not easy on our noses, I'm afraid." The healer was as swift as he could be, while also being gentle on the wound. At her halting introduction, which he found amusing in itself, he continued to work diligently.

Once finish, he sat his tools down and smiled friendly at her. "Well, its a pleasure to meet you Chickadee Bark... my, what a mouthful that is, hm?" He tried to make his voice pleasant, to sooth her embarrassment which he was sure she was felling at the moment—about her accident of course, not her name. Her name was quite... cute. "I'm Sambar, just your local healer and experimenter." He laughed at his own joke, fully aware of how little comedic value most of his pack members held in regards to himself. It didn't stop him, though. He'd really come into his own once he left the position of the hunter and began training under Dusk Owl.

"Now, you'll need to be careful not to get dirt and whatnot in that cut. It could turn quite nasty very quickly. If you like, you're welcome to come back tomorrow and I'll can see how its getting along, and maybe apply more salve as needed, hm?" He was smiling all the while, his tail thumping lightly. He loved having the opportunity to help and heal others.

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