Sleeping Dragon Blood in the cut

Her sense of humor didn't seem to reassure Portia, who proceeded to fuss guiltily over the Bandrona. Wildfire shook her head lightly and smiled. "It's okay. I'm okay. I'm pretty sure they're superficial." Of course, she couldn't be sure, since she couldn't actually see any of the wounds herself, but there wasn't much blood and she didn't even feel faint. "No need to apologize. He was a quick little crap bag," Wildfire added, laughing under her breath.

The caregiver cleaned the wounds but insisted she wanted to put something on them. Wildfire merely nodded assent. "That'd be great, thanks." Her amber eyes lifted expectantly to Portia's face, expecting her to lead the way to a medical stash of some sort. Unlike some wolves she knew, the lithe Redhawk yearling wasn't hesitant to seek medical attention. Her only regret was that the raccoon had gotten away—though she'd saved their food!—and that she was probably down for the count for the rest of the day.

Want to fade with Portia going off to heal her boo-boos? :D