Redhawk Caldera Serenity Cherry the funniest pony this side of Applewood

When he mentioned frostbite, Raven winced sympathetically. She'd never experienced it herself but she'd witnessed it in a young sea lion while roaming near the coast the previous winter. Smoothing her face back into a neutral expression, the Gamma licked her lips and contemplated what she could do for him. There was perhaps a minute's pause before she gave an answer.

"I could make a salve to soothe the skin but there's no rescuing the tissue; it's necrotic," she informed him. "But..." She felt bad but between the season and her meager medical stashes, she simply couldn't waste the pack's supplies. "I'm sorry, Birk, I have to reserve my supplies for my pack mates." Raven frowned in apology. "My advice is free, though."