Ravenshook Cliffs of salted crimes

A wild Doctor appears! Slight PP assuming he's still unconscious/doesn't immediately wake up. I can change it if you want.

Doctor hopped from rock to rock, a shrieking chirrup leaving her every time her paws touched a new surface. She did not know why she was doing this, but it brought a simple joy to her currently very simple mind. Perhaps she faniced herself a bird - it wouldn't be the first time - or perhaps the noise just amused her. In the hazy landscapes of her mind, such details were inconsequential.

She paused, however, at the fresh scent of blood as it interuppted the pleasant, briney scent of the sea. Was she finding a kill from earlier? No, that was wolf fur, there on the rock...

Doctor sniffed it, no names coming to her mind. But that didn't mean she did know him - she was coming to realize that, of the late.

She slunk more carefully down the cliffs, now, more jungle cat than bird or rabbit. Her deft little paws found cracks and crannies to insinuate themselves into as she made her way downward, melting like sap on the sunny side of a tree.

The coywolf's limp form shocked still more awareness into her, and she remember that, yes, her name was Doctor, and that meant she had to help this wolf.

"Stay there," she warned, hopping the last few rocks to get to the man. When she reached him, she set about nudging him with her nose and paws, trying to determine just how close to death he was. Though he was not moving, he seemed to be in relatively good condition. "Fell from the cliffs," Doctor murmured, sitting down on her haunches and looking over his wounds with a critical eye. He just need to be cleaned up a bit, and maybe splashed with seawater - with any luck, he would be alright.

Doctor set about cleaning his wounds, laving his torn flesh with a gentle tongue.