The Butterfly

Aine snorted. "Rubbish! Even a blind pup can hunt just fine! Lemme meet this Kennedy and we'll see just how far he's gotten himself into. Hmm.." The silvery wolf thought for a moment. "There may be hope yet. Ye set it right, aye? Make 'im do a few stretching exercises daily, force 'im if ye 'ave to. If tha' ain't enough, make 'im swim with his leg, it'll make it stronger. Within a few weeks, it should be strong enough again... After all, yer the doctor. Ye can give 'im a good whack 'cross the 'ead. Maybe that'll set 'im straight."

Her eyes twinkled in a joking fashion. "Seriously, though, swimming 'elps. A lot'."