Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

He knew little about healing—it hadn’t been his speciality—but in a moment of war and battle, he knew how to patch up, or at least to get the blood to stop, and keep going. The girl’s wound seems small, minor, but on the bottom of her paw would cause irritation later and take longer to heal. If it is small enough, maybe it wouldn’t cause a problem, but he doesn’t get the chance to really investigate because she’s already asking him a question.

Gavriel grunts a hearty mhmm with a nod of his head.

“And you must be Wildfire?” he asks with a light swish of his tail, shifting so he can crane his neck a little forward but her foot is down and he can’t see anything. “Foot okay?” he asks then, hoping it is small enough—the loss of their healer had been a big hit, even if he didn’t know about the situation. Big enough he might consider switch trades this late in his life but he doesn’t linger on that thought often, knowing Wildfire’s injuries aren’t significant enough to cause concern.