Moonspear let it be

Fortunately, Harlyn was quite adept at both naturalism and healing.  Knowing plants and nature as she did, she knew right where to try looking for the herbs she needed.  She sprinted across the mountainside, her every sense put to work hunting the landscape.  She spotted what she wanted eventually and set to work hastily digging up the roots she wanted, then tearing off again to find leaves of another plant and then a bit of another.

Soon enough, Harlyn was back, dancing up the cliffs and weaving her way along until she had returned to the side of her patient.  She approached steadily without hesitation, though she did slow a bit so as to not take him by surprise.  The healer dropped her bundle of herbs upon the cold ground and sorted through it, picking some up between her teeth.  She chewed up what she'd collected into a sort of paste, which she quickly set to work spreading across his stub of a foreleg once he'd acknowledged her return.  The paste stained his fur with a tinge of green that was nearly unnoticeable under the dark brown of dried blood.

Harlyn stepped back finally to give the boy room to breathe, turning back to her pile.  She nosed through what was left and grabbed another bundle of leaves, which she picked up and set down before him.  "For the pain," the druid told him with a nod of encouragement.  She had no doubt he was certainly in need of it at that point, "It'll help you sleep also.  I can fetch you food if you need it."