Moryana kneels beside the injured fox once you make it out of the witches’ hut. The poor creature is lying curled in the dirt, sides rising and falling in uneven breaths. It doesn’t flinch when she gently titles its head and lets the drops from the potion fall onto its tongue.
A moment later, the swelling in its eyes begins to recede, the inflamed skin calms, and even the color and luster to its fur returns, until it seems health and lively again. The fox rises to its feet, and after a hesitant look it bolts away, pausing just once at the edge of the trees to look back at you before vanishing into the woods.
One by one, Moryana feeds the potion to the rest of the injured animals. The snakes slither away quickly through the grass, the badger following in their trail. Even the raven manages to flap its whole wings again, and with some initial effort, lifts itself into the air and flies away.