Heron Lake Plateau sky fire above, ice below the hearth

"I'm glad you came to see me," she replied, smiling at the embarrassment in Ceara's demeanor. "It's better to be safe than sorry. It's a lot easier to prevent an infection than it is to cure one." She eased forward and peered at the slashes on Ceara's legs with a practiced eye. She'd begun studying medicine when she was just a little puppy, and she was now well into her third summer, so wounds such as these were easy for her to handle. Still, though, every body was different and she took nothing for granted.

"These are pretty shallow," she commented after a moment, still crouched down by the Blackthorn's legs. "But a few of them are a bit deeper and should be kept as clean as possible. Rising back up to face her packmate, she eyed the split lip as well and nodded. "I can show you where to pick some plants that are really good for preventing infection and bleeding. With a few treatments, I think these'll heal up nicely. Walk with me -- there's a grove nearby that I found just a few days ago." She gestured for Ceara to follow, and took up a leisurely pace along the bank of the lake.