King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

Not remembering the famine was a small bought of mercy — a good thing to come from the incident which spawned Riptide's creation. He was unusually gaunt from it but did not realize that there was a cause beyond how his svelte body was crafted. “Tsk,” The coywolf wordlessly reprimanded her in good nature (perhaps playfully) with a coy smirk as his eyes lifted to regard her before his attention returned back to his assessment when she admitted to how her predicament came about was attributed to clumsiness. Riptide's muzzle lowered towards the bracken covered earthen floor, eyes dissecting the angle of her paw and the position of the root she'd gotten it stuck in. It was not in so awkward position as to suggest she'd broken it. “And the hit you took...what caused it? Is it an abrasion? Or a bruise? You'll have to be more specific than that, my dear, if I'm to treat you.” The aspiring witch doctor informed her, squinting before he took a step back, lifting his head.

Absently, he noted that the insistent whispers of the wraiths had grown silent in the focus of his work and for this he was subtly grateful. They were a gift as much as they were annoying little nags. “Well,” Riptide drew with derisive solemnity. “I'm afraid we'll have to chew it off.” He kept his face straight for a few moment as he gave her the false diagnosis before a wicked grin played at the corners of his lips. “I'm joking, that was a joke.” He told her seriously, not daring to let loose the soft chuckle that bubbled within his chest in case she didn't find his “doctor's humor” all that amusing. If she did he wouldn't be terribly offended. It as quite dry and morbid as humor went (but then again Arturo was never one for humor). He'd make a poor court jester.

“It doesn't appear broken simply stuck, but it went in and so it will come out.” No doubt attempting to free her might cause her pain and be something of a challenge but it seemed their only option and the easiest, at the very least. “I've got Elder leaves with me but they will only help with a sprain,” He informed her gesturing to the curved section of bark with his slim muzzle. “I saw opium poppy nearby though. The seeds will ease your pain. I can collect them now quick and you can take them before we attempt to free your paw or after, though they will take a short bit of time to take effect.” The choice, as his patient, was up to her.