Two Rivers Isle mending

"shit"
the rancid curse rang out in the otherwise serene morning silence, as the pale woman wrenched upward her muzzle in a sharp movement, as burning pain particularly mangled forelimb. Not all injuries had been inflicted by Nemesis, and this one, a long gash traveling up her limb, had occurred when he weakened limb had faltered suddenly as she traversed the mountains.

it did not seem to be healing, and the pale woman could not find anywhere the healer, nor had her brief, brief lesson ever turned up anything that could be used in this situation. Now the hideous cab had cracked, and fresh blood mixed with pus as the wound seeped whatever it was, leading to the woman carefully hobbling toward the river, and quick suddenly immersing her entire forelimb, hissing at the sudden cold but grateful for it's numbing purpose.

her eyes slid shut at the equal feelings of pain and relief, single ear twitching as a shock of pain travelled up her rapidly numbing forelimb. she truly ought to do something about it, for she knew that the wound was very, very close to becoming dangerously infected, if it weren't already. With a sigh, she rested her head on her forelimbs stretched out before her in the river, and though the cold was wretched, she was willing to sacrifice warmth for relief.