Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

As soon as she was free, the pup sprang from her arms and bounded towards the shore where she collapsed. Citali sighed heavily as she pulled herself from the water and gave herself a quick shake. It was still far too early to be wet, but she supposed there was nothing to be done about it. If the fog would lift, the morning sun would start to dry her and all would be well and good once more.

"Keep clinging to that dirt and we will have to wash you all over again," she warned, before she approached the child. Her shadow hovered over the girl as she nipped at her haunches to coax her into standing. "Up with you." She stepped around, moving to get a better look at the coy-pup straight on. Her eyes were only for those scratches. In particular, those deeper cuts she'd identified earlier.

She frowned. They were starting to heal, but Citali was certain she had something in her garden to speed the process along or protect them in the mean time. "Come. Come," she beckoned as she turned towards the tidy rows of miscellaneous herbs. "No dawdling." They were sorted in such a way that likely she would only ever be able to understand, but sorted all the same. "Let's get you patched up nice and proper."