Accompanied only by the soft patter of rain and the sound of his own thoughts, Osamu padded forward almost mechanically. Perhaps when he returned to Queen's Rest he might approach one of their healers for a few lessons in herbology, for the more time passed, the more drenched and uncomfortable his heavy coat became - and the more hopeless the venture seemed.

This had not been planned well.

Little white flowers, he thought irritably. Surrounded by acres of bindweed in full bloom, he could have pulled up a hundred little white-flowered plants and still been no closer to finding anything useful.

THUD

Osamu nearly leapt out of his own skin, bristling insinctively. Something had materialized and fallen from the sky not several yards away, and he stared ahead at the mass with wide eyes as he struggled to understand what - or rather, who - the lump was.

... Miss? he managed at last, having regained some level of composure. What on earth had just happened? Osamu crept forward to better assess the wolf for injury.

Are you - alright?

He'd be shocked if she was.