Panther Park fish in the sea of galilee

Yep! I’m good to wrap it up with Chey’s post, or keep it going to for another round!

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Olive had done her part and now her hands-on assists were rendered useless as the sheepdog’s sharp mind went to work on her mate’s wound. Her careful and minute ministrations culled the injury of infection and surrendered the putrid flesh to the snow; though the nurse made quite a show of it, Olive’s distressed attention was focused solely on her dark knight, numbed but surely feeling the pain of such a medical procedure. Olive pressed her jaws together hotly, wishing she could take his pain and woes and endure them with her own body and spirit, as fate was cruel and Olive did not believe Dakarai deserved such hurt – not one bit. The sylph placed a single, slight paw on his shoulder as a silent act of solidarity. Words still felt too foreign for this moment.

When the procedure concluded and the girl carefully regarded her work, Olive was relieved. The worst was over. As instructed, Olive warmed the cold winter snow within her thin muzzle and drizzle it upon Dakarai’s wound, washing away blood both old and new. Olive continued at this for quite a while as their nurse slipped away into the underbrush, a low, ever present whine emanating from deep within her chest. Olive worried superfluously that Coelacanth would not return – but somewhere inside herself, Olive had faith that she would.

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