Lost Creek Hollow a lonesome star in a bitter sky

He was safe - a fact that brought a smile to her lips.  It was short-lived though as she spied the feeble wave of his tail that was all the "welcome back" he apparently could muster.  Harlyn pushed her concern for that off and set to work, creeping up beside him and dropping her bundle within his reach.  She pushed them apart with her muzzle and nudged a few of the greens closer to him.

"You eat these," Harlyn instructed softly, but firmly.  The rest she took up in her jaws and began to chew into a pulp that she intended to spread upon the gashes on his face and shoulder.  There wouldn't be any part of this that he didn't dislike, but she would not be allowing him to skip a single step of it.