Moonspear let it be

Being a wolf with many years of healing under her belt (or maybe I should say pelt?), the taste of the boy's injury didn't phase her at all.  She thought only of what needed to be done, and that meant re-opening the wound as cleaning away the dirty, infected blood was part of it.

The druid spent a few minutes cleaning the stub where his arm once was before pulling away.  The blood tasted clean now, which was a relief.  Giving the boy a serious look, Harlyn instructed him on what to do next.  "Keep the wound clean like I did," she said as she pulled herself up onto all fours, "I'm going to find some medicine to put on it to help it heal.  I'll find you something for the pain as well, just hold tight for a little while, alright?"

Harlyn waited only long enough to see his acceptance before she slipped away to hunt for the plants she needed.