Moonspear In a cloud of green

He approached her, speaking gently and placing a paw over hers lightly. She felt the pressure he put on, and knew that it was light, though on her injured ankle it felt ten times as heavy as it should have. Carefully, slowly, she moved her kind leg, imagining that she was swimming in the ocean she so loved. As she got the hang of the circling motion, however odd it felt on dry land, she increased the pace, so that she was going at a steady rhythm. A small smile touched her features, this felt good. She liked the exercise, the feeling that she would grow stronger. 

Her front legs were tucked close to her chest as she smiled at him, her small form still except for her hind leg which kept up the steady rhythm. For once, her soft grey pelt was cleaned and fairly smooth, except for a tuft that stood up by her ear, and another by her shoulder. With his help, her form was gradually rounding out again, and perhaps she would be back to what she had been in a couple weeks.