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He squinted, straining his eyes to get a good view of the scrunched up piece of mangled flesh. The task however, was impossible with Citali looking over her shoulder to be a back seat healer. He couldn't blame her; if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't have trusted himself either. But finally, she straightened, and Reek was able to get a better view at the wound. While it wasn't life threatening, it certainly wasn't pretty. If left untreated the wound would likely fester.

The location was certainly an unfortunate spot. It was evident that she had tried to clean it out, but it hadn't been thorough. Dried blood intermingled with dirt was matted with the fur on the back of her neck. It would have to be redone. He sighed and pulled away from Citali to slink back into the stream. "Come one, into the water," he said, beckoning her to follow.

Standing in the shallows of the water, Reek looked back to his patient and waited for her to join him in the stream.