Scrubble as Scrubble always tends to be is in the thick of it. What is the thick of it you may ask? Well, the thick of it is fighting off a band of goblins after having become entangled in a thorn bush. What this band of goblins thought would be an easy kill turned out to be an insane Goblin constantly shouting about Scrubble and violently stabbing anything that came close to Scrubble. Eventually, their numbers began to take their toll on Scrubble. Not one for giving up though Scrubble used the most holy magic of Scrubble to set the holy blade of Scrubble on fire and then once again began violently attempting to stab everyone that came near Scrubble. Eventually, the goblins decided that this was not worth the effort to try and kill one of their own and began to leave.

Unfortunately for them though Scrubble was pissed. So pissed in fact that Scrubble managed to be rid of the vile thorns that grabbed at Scrubbles various bits of armor and chased after the goblins. Scrubble was so annoyed that Scrubble failed to notice the many wounds that Scrubble had sustained. Despite these injuries, Scrubble soon caught up to this band of goblin thieves and began stabbing anything that moved that Scrubble could get close to. The other goblins not wanting to stop to fight this madman attempting to murder them all just kept running. This simply allowed Scrubble to continue the slaughter without retaliation until all the goblins were either dead or out of Scrubbles view.

Finally, Scrubble took a minute to lie down and rest for a bit. Well lie down is more graceful than what actually happened. Which is that Scrubble finally collapsed from blood loss and over exertion and despite enormous efforts was unable to get back up to continue chasing the goblins. At which point Scrubble decided not to bother tending to the various wounds that Scrubble had sustained and just take a nap.

Kisses Wounds, was saddened by the violence she could hear through the forest. By the screaming and shouting, she figured it was goblins. Alway, ALWAYS GOBLINS! Why must they come through the forest and cause such chaos? It made her heart feel heavy, as there was always death involved with goblins, be it theirs, or some poor, weary traveller. She looked around herself, knowing she would need to deal with this. With a soft prayer, she continued walking towards where the sounds were coming from. She entered the clearing, to see a group of goblins all in various states of injury, and even death. She frowned, looking at the scene. It was barbaric to say the least, how these creatures attacked everything and anything, but it was strange in this situation in particular. Perhaps, this was an internal fight? Regardless, she needed to be careful. If any of them woke, she could potentially be attacked.

So, she took a breath, holding out a hand, the other holding onto her simple staff, as the plants around her started to grow out. More and more the plants started to grow, wrapping themselves gently, but securely, around the bodies of the goblins. It was not long before the group of goblins were bound from being able to attack or move. Now, she could get to work. So, she waled along, checking each and every goblin for wounds. She left those who could simply sleep their ailments away, not wishing to have too much contact with these creatures. She may have had a duty to uphold, but she would not waste her abilities on mere scrapes and bruises. Many of these Goblins were simply wore down far too much. It was fine. The fight simply was too much for them.

Then, she found a strange one. He wore full platemail, looking around the being. She could tell it was well maintained, something she did not see commonly with Goblins. Perhaps this one was the leader? Perhaps he was different? Still, given he was bleeding quite profusely, she knew he would need her help, and she could feel how she was being drawn to helping him. He, unlike the others, was in desperate need of her help.  Thus, she knelt down, taking his head in her hands, and pressing her muzzle against his lips in a soft kiss.

It took a moment, but Scrubbles could feel strength returning to his body, as the cuts and wounds across his body closed. He woke up, to see the face of a wolf pulling way from him, intelligent eyes looking into his. "You have been healed by the blessed mother…" She whispered softly, standing up. Scrubbles could see her clearly now. She was about 5 feet tall, and quite clearly a wolf Anthro. She wore nothing but a simple chest wrap over her reasonably endowed chest, and a loin cloth that hung from a belt with a pouch on it. to maintain what little modesty she had. Markings were painted across her fur in what looked to be dye made of blueberries, and in general her appearance was soft and kind. "I hope you were not the cause of this fight…" She said, looking to the other bodies entangled in her spell. "It would be a shame…"

, the other holding onto her simple staff, as the plants around her started to grow out. More and more the plants started to grow, wrapping themselves gently, but securely, around the bodies of the goblins. It was not long before the group of goblins were bound from being able to attack or move. Now, she could get to work. So, she waled along, checking each and every goblin for wounds. She left those who could simply sleep their ailments away, not wishing to have too much contact with these creatures. She may have had a duty to uphold, but she would not waste her abilities on mere scrapes and bruises. Many of these Goblins were simply wore down far too much. It was fine. The fight simply was too much for them. Then, she found a strange one. He wore full platemail, looking around the being. She could tell it was well maintained, something she did not see commonly with Goblins. Perhaps this one was the leader? Perhaps he was different? Still, given he was bleeding quite profusely, she knew he would need her help, and she could feel how she was being drawn to helping him. He, unlike the others, was in desperate need of her help. Thus, she knelt down, taking his head in her hands, and pressing her muzzle against his lips in a soft kiss.It took a moment, but Scrubbles could feel strength returning to his body, as the cuts and wounds across his body closed. He woke up, to see the face of a wolf pulling way from him, intelligent eyes looking into his. "You have been healed by the blessed mother…" She whispered softly, standing up. Scrubbles could see her clearly now. She was about 5 feet tall, and quite clearly a wolf Anthro. She wore nothing but a simple chest wrap over her reasonably endowed chest, and a loin cloth that hung from a belt with a pouch on it. to maintain what little modesty she had. Markings were painted across her fur in what looked to be dye made of blueberries, and in general her appearance was soft and kind. "I hope you were not the cause of this fight…" She said, looking to the other bodies entangled in her spell. "It would be a shame…"