Castor

With his fumbling paws yet endearing personality, Castor was chosen to be the first Omen Readers herbalist. He was found by Meadow in the mountains and agreed to take him in, pleasantly surprised by his interest in learning herbs and their uses. Once the resources were available to the pack, Castor began his training. While the other wolves would rather not trust their sicknesses with Castor at this point, Meadow is fully confident in his growing ability to heal for the pack. 

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"Took you long enough," Shade says bitterly as Castor walks into the Seers cave with a bundle of herbs. Castor gives him an apologetic look and drops the herbs in front of him. 

"S-sorry. It took us a while to find some w-winterfat. We ended up having to trade some other herbs f-for it," Castor gets to work and crushing and chewing the herbs together, only to eventually look up and seeing Shade giving him a weird look. He tilts his head.

"Are you- are you sure you need to chew them?" Shade asks, his lip curdling up in disgust. Castor spits the chewed herbs into a bowl and gives Shade a reassuring look. 

"I-I know what I'm d-doing. N-now, stop s-stressing and show me your w-wound," Castor says. Shade still looks unsure but stretches out his back leg, showing the deep tear of flesh near his paw. Castor studies it for a moment before starting to spread the salve over it. Shade growls at the burning pain caused by the salve. Castor gave him another apologetic look. "S-sorry. I sh-should've warned you," Castor takes another moment to spread the rest of the salve over the wound, while Shade's tail thumps impatiently against the ground. Once all of the salve was applied, Castor took a step back with a small wag of his tail. 

"Th-there we go! You'll b-be better in n-no time!" 

Shade gives Castor another weird look and looks at the salve. It wasn't stinging anymore but Shade still obviously has his doubts. "...You sure?"

"Completely!"