Blacktail Deer Plateau do I cool it or do I blow

he watched with alarm as she began to bleed faster, whispering quiet words of endearment and comfort into her ear as pema picked up the moss and placed it atop the wound. it seemed to be working. . .in. . .some capacity. aditya had no aptitude for medicine, but even he could see the moss was helping to slow the bleeding.

"thank god," he breathed fervently as the plant did its duty. he cuddled up as close as possible to his mate without nudging her injured flank, curling his tail around her body.

perhaps in an effort to keep her calm, he asked--quite calmly himself--"what happened?" for the one thing, he was curious, but he was mostly concerned about getting her talking. once you started talking, it kept your mind off the pain.