👉 Heather scoured a sun-drenched alpine meadow post-battle. The healing cream, vibrant and sticky, slid across rocky terrain in search of its next victim - a skinny mountain goat with a scraped knee from a jagged boulder. With nimble hands, she darted between rocks, applying the balm swiftly to mend the goat's wound before it succumbed to the harsh winds and biting cold. In an instant, the once wounded animal was calm, its pain forgotten amidst the crisp mountain air.
