Greatwater Lake What is a weekend?

The wolf barked as Citali examined her newest patient. Still breathing. The girl was thin, but still alive save for the fact she seemed unresponsive. Lifting a paw, Citali peeled back the girl's eye lids, noted her gaze was not tracking, and shut them once more. Hmm... A brain issue perhaps. It seemed her thinking cap was not conversing with the rest of her.

It didn't take long before a coyote showed. After a brief exchange between the wolf and the coyote the female began to speak. Oh. How barbaric. They'd wrestled up a lesser beast to do their talking for them as opposed to learning the native tongue. No wonder they had in their midsts a comatose wolf. No doubt this fate had fallen upon them due to some kind of misunderstanding.

Of course... the whys and the hows were not important. What mattered was that they'd sustained her with their efforts of life support and the girl was still alive. Barely. At least her wounds were healed over and all that was left appeared to be her head. "How long has she been like this?" she asked, shifting through her mental inventory to see if there was anything she could do. Non-traditional methods sure... but they were far-fetched and not always effective.

She sucked in a breath before speaking. "Have you tried acupuncture?"