Larksong Grotto Some Things Are Worth Fighting For

@Charley Pryor lesson thread <3

Zaavier mumbled to himself -- as always -- as he walked through the forest. His paws and muscles ached to do something, but with his recent injury on his shoulder from that bitch from Sleeping Dragon, he wasn't able to do much. He had a visible limp, and his fur was still stained with blood for he didn't care to wash himself off. He meandered around for a while, sniffing at the new buds to make sure they weren't herbs. He was worried, for he hadn't been able to apply a poultice to the wound. He didn't want it to get infected. He washed it every day with his tongue but he supposed that water would to the job better.

He limped down to the bank and stood there for a second, looking worn out and tired, before stepping into the water. Each step took him deeper and deeper into the chilly liquid. He went from ankle deep to neck deep in no time at all, wincing at the sting it brought to his injury. The water would hopefully help and he bent his neck to lap at the wound. A faint crimson color clouded a little bit of the water around his shoulder as it washed the long dried blood away, but that was all. He pinned his ears as he continued to lick at the wound.