Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

The salve was ready. The relevant oils of the flower's petals were exposed and all that needed to be done was to apply it so the lavender would be able to work it's magic. She asked the girl to sit near her and Regina complied without protest. This was far better than that time with the water so perhaps she was making it very clear which of them needed to be listened to here.

All the same, she leveraged her paw, nose and tongue to transfer the pulp to the nicks and scratches along the girl's back. She spent a little more time in the areas that were deeper, but all in all she finished fairly quickly and it was all as good as done.

"That's it, then" she said, wiping the remnant salve from her paw. "All done." She rose to her feet and padded over to the subtle stream to clean up more thoroughly and clear her palate from the taste of those herbs. "No rolling around. Even if it itches." She lowered her head to the water then paused. "And no scratching!" she called over her shoulder before stealing a drink. Even if the slave dried and became flaky and itchy, the last thing the coy-pup needed to do was start scratching and make it all worse.