Blackfeather Woods Blood!

Cyn shook her head no and felt bad for being such a jerk to the woman. She kept a mental note to thank her and not be an arse wipe towards her. She didn't mind if the woman looked at her wounds and helped her out. She would help her out like she did her any chance she got. A small smile appeared on her face as she watched the wolf tend to her wounds.

Cyn watched, but also she learned. She learned what to do with a wound like hers. She would use this information to help the rest of her pack if they ever had a deep cut. Her attitude had changed majorly.