trust and intentions & open, healing lesson

She was not the sort that would do this so soon, so early into her life with the Exiles -- but Alci had asked her to, and she knew that the commander of social and delta of the pack should not be so quickly disrespected. The mutated jackal sat in the middle of the camp, the dead corpse of a small domestic feline in front of her paws -- he had died, obviously, by a brutal bite to his throat, but there were other various injuries along his body. She knew he would make a good subject to dissect for her little... lesson.

Lifting her chin, the blind canine let out a loud bark to call the attention of the Exiles. Once the sound stopped reverberating through the air, she would then speak, "I'm holding a basic healing lesson. Please refrain from eating this carcass until I'm done."

The mutated (or deformed, depending on the perspective) jackal's ear twitched as she heard Zacero's spoken words, a little bit puzzled. While she waited on the rest of those coming in to become comfortable, clicked her tongue upon the bone roof of her mouth to punctuate the beginning of her response. "Jupiter, my dear. Like the planet, not the plant," she corrected, not altogether too harsh. It seemed a simple error to make, after all... and he was just an endearing little pack-pup too, she couldn't find it in her to be mad at that. As for Kennedy, she chuckled slightly as she answered, "You never know what kind of weirdness you'll find in places like these." Jupiter being one of them.

Lifting a hind leg and scratching the side of her neck with a few rough and quick paw motions, the jackal would then shake out her fur before she decided to get down to business. "Alright, we will begin. This is simply an introductory class, since Alci implied none of you have healing knowledge, ask questions as we go if you don't understand something. If you would like to continue your training, you may seek me out afterwards... but offer fresh meat, I'm more agreeable the less hungry I am." And being blind as she was, she did not have the luxury of killing and eating whenever she so pleased. Food was the quickest way to her heart, like most primitive beasts.

Caressing the surface of the dead feline, she located the source of one of the nastier slash marks she'd found and noted before the lesson began. "For healing basic scratches, even deep ones, you have a few options. You can go the old-school Clan herbal route and slap chewed-up herb juices on them: you'd want goldenrod, marigold, or horsetail for that. But saliva is so unhygienic. You could give them herpes or AIDS, if you have just the smallest little cut in your mouth. So, then, our options for healing this wound that isn't disgusting?" It was obvious that Jupiter did not subscribe to traditional methods. They seemed filthy to her.

"We are not Clan creatures; I do not see the point in following their guidelines in healing. So, we turn to the humans and their creations. But, first, can all of you list what you would look for in a wound? Can be anything from infection to little nasty bugs, just show me you know how to use your senses." she spoke, cutting herself off from rambling too much. She did have a tendency to do that, if not careful.

Hm, as expected, the answers given relied heavily upon the sense of sight -- something she never had and could not quite get her head around. Either way, she supposed they were both correct enough. "Both are good responses. In the case of having something embedded inside the wound, you would need to make sure they're all out before trying to heal it up. Naturally, you wouldn't want someone walking around with a glass shard in their scar tissue," she spoke with a nod of her white bone cranium.

"Another thing to note... make sure your paws are clean and disinfected before you start pawing around in wounds. Like your saliva, your paws are covered with nasty little germs. Perhaps even more so, depending on what shit you may have had the misfortune to step in that day. It's a simple matter that most people forget -- your own paws are filthy and disgusting, don't inadvertently rub poop on someone's wound while you're trying to patch up their scratches." Basic hygiene, unfortunately, was not quite basic in this place, but, no matter. She would warn them appropriately in a way that would hopefully stick.

Her attention drifted back to her dead little feline, though, as she supposed it was time to get on with the lesson. Holding up a bandage, she barked, "After you've dealt with fixable wound problems -- like embedded wood -- and sanitized your paws -- your next order of business is dressing the wound. Now, you have a few options for what you choose to use. Rubbing alcohol, antibacterial ointments, hydrogen peroxide, and iodine are all good choices... but only if you notice signs of infection. You know why these substances kill nasty germs? Because they're harsh and most of them will also damage normal flesh a little bit. So, unless you notice the puss or the smell or anything else mentioned about infection, don't use these... just keep the wound covered and moist with a bandage."

With a flick of her tail, she then tilted her head to the right, then to the left, and then to the right again. Like a puppy that never properly learned body language, because she hadn't, being blind and all. "Alright, any questions?"