Blacktail Deer Plateau Rock n' roll

Blue Willow's epithet roused him from his funk and his lips twitched into the briefest of smiles. Then she lined up his broken leg (which hurt) and then began applying pressure (which hurt a lot), before finally snapping it back into alignment (which did, indeed, hurt like a bitch). Peregrine tried to bite his tongue to stifle his cry of pain, yet it burst out of him nonetheless, then trailed into a groan.

"Thanks, Willow. You were right," he mused, wincing. "I'm going to lie here a while longer... the pain is kind of making me dizzy." And, anyway, the medic began to tend to his minor cuts and scrapes. Peregrine held as still as he could, particularly because his whole left foreleg was throbbing and even the slightest twitch would set it afire, he knew.

"How am I going to hunt? Or patrol? Or do anything meaningful?" he asked after a while, finally voicing some of his worries. "How long will I be a gimp? Tell it to me straight, doc..."