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The damage was grisly, but superficial. There were places where Atoll could see the white of bone peeking out from beneath, but further investigation revealed no true worries in that regard. It would most probably scar, but other than that, Atoll was certain her friend would make a full recovery - as long as infection didn't set in first.

"You'll have to stay close for a while," she said gently, nudging the corner of her Shadow's lips to indicate her need for the yarrow. "As long as we keep it clean you should be fine - but we can't let it get infected."

That would be bad. Atoll had gotten a few wounds infected - hear tattered ear among them. Hind had told her it might still stand tall as the other if she'd taken care of it properly, and she quaked at the image of what this would might leave, if Shadow allowed it to be neglected.

Picking up the chewed yarrow in her jaws, Atoll gave it a few wet chomps and began smearing it onto the cat-wolf's chest. There were herbs better suited for this task, but nothing she could scent nearby. The most crucial thing was to simply keep it clean. Sand, dirt, and other debris could not be allowed to fester.

"When the waves are calm, you should go into the water and lie there," she instructed, sternly. "It will sting at first, but it will help you to heal. Stay away when the sea is angry - we can't let sand get into the wound."

She searched her mind for any other words of advice, but came up empty. It would be nice if she could simply bring the girl home and care for her there, but Atoll knew that too much was happening, now. It would not be safe for her friend, with the threat of Donnelaith still hanging over their heads. They had to keep only the fighters, and if it ever became safe for her Shadow to reside there, then perhaps she might extend the offer.

For now, the safest place was here. Nearby, but far enough that none would associate her with the Blackrock wolves. Atoll would check in on her more often from now on, but she could not return with her to Stavanger.

"You have to come to me in the bay, if anything like this happens again," she instructed, gently at first, but quickly gaining passion. "Or if it starts to burn, or hurts too much, or if you get lonely - "

Swallowing a whimper of sorrow, Doe curled herself protectively around the darker she-creature and began furiously grooming the rest of her coat.