Phoenix Maplewood be the hammer to my nails

Ukko puts a little pressure on his paw, pushing the toe into the snow to help numb it as well.  At first it stings, the frozen ground biting at the wound that still bled, albeit slowly.  He couldn’t remember if the pack had a healer—hadn’t Reek mentioned himself when he joined?—but it escapes him.  The wound isn’t life threatening and perhaps he’d be able to get it to heal on his own.

He’s lost in his thoughts for a moment that he doesn’t notice the white wolf approaching.  He snaps his heat to attention when she speaks and then nods his head.  She doesn’t quite blend into the background yet, the snowfall is still light, but in the dead of winter he wouldn’t be able to see her without her birght eyes staring.

“I uh...  I tripped chasing a rabbit and my toe got mangled.”

The wolf lifts his right paw up.  The blood flow is slow and doesn’t drip—it collects instead at the two sites.  

“There’s a cut and,” he rotates his paw as best as he can, “and I think I broke my nail.”