The war is over

The PP is totally fine!

Obviously, the other prospective healer was somewhere else mentally, but that was to be understood in their state.  Reek's attention turned to the agouti, who had recently returned with a large branch in tow.  At least somebody was listening.  Though the bastard held ample confidence in the priestess' abilities, Wynter, on the other hand was reletively green.  However, even though she was inexperienced the bastard completely placed his trust in her, but he couldn't help but feel a quiet apprehension for the sake of his own well being.  

With a gentle nudge, the helpful female pushed the wobbly wreck out of the shallows and on to his three shaking legs.  Reek begrudgingly complied, though, he was quite content staying in the shore break where the waves gently lapped against the laceration in his side.  The ragged consort dragged himself slowly into the deeper water until he was fully submerged.  The pain from the salt in his many cuts and scrapes from the fray caused the bastard's face to twist into an uncomfortable grimace.  Dried blood still clung to the ragged wolf's sopping pelt, scrubbing would be for another time.

The bastard made his way back to the agouti, slow and deliberate.  When she nudged the stick closer to him, the ragged consort took it in his jaws, clamping down as tight as he could.  Good.  It was sturdy.  Her speech was muffled and distant, like someone shouting from the other end of a tunnel and Reek could barely make out what sounded like an apology. "Don't," he sputtered, voice muffled by the stick. "Don't... apologize." 

She took the hanging leg in her mouth.  It was time.  The bastard took a deep breath and braced for the pain that was to come. A lift, a twist, and a loud dry pop.  The pain in Reek's shoulder made him recoil in distress, yelping loudly as he clamped down hard on the branch.  The ball of the joint going back in hurt a lot worse than it was coming out.  It was a hot pain, like a knife stabbing into the flesh and then twisting.  Luckily, it's intensity was short lived as it subsided leaving a dull soreness in it's place.  It could move. No fractures.  Wynter did damn good.

"Th-Thank you,"  he muttered, his eyes catching hers in a warm embrace.  Finally, putting little weight on his reset leg, he limped closer to the agouti to place a submissive lick on the bottom of her muzzle.   After his slight display of affection, the bastard slowly limped back to the dry sand to collapse in exhaustion.  After all this, he deserved a good rest.