Blacktail Deer Plateau How bad is it?

Other then seeing that her two legs were twisted in a rather weird way, Pema wouldn't have been able to tell that they were sprained or broken just by looking at them. She might have been able guess seeing how limited her movement was with them. But it was always good to asked rather then assume. Especially since she still was no expert. 

Sorrel didn't really give her the answer she was looking for. She didn't need an exact date, but a general ball part. A month, a week, a year, time frames with such a big difference as though meant something when it came to healing time. She tried to ask again, trying to get some sort of useful information out of her. "Nothing specific. I just need to know if it was recent of quite awhile ago. A week, a month. It just gives me a better feel of how easy it will be to fix whatever is wrong." she told her. Hopeing it would give her more insentive to answer if she knew why Pema was asking. 

Sorrel stretched out her leg, allowing Pema to see a dark coloration on her skin. It was swollen and looked sore and fragile. The dark coloration and apparent depth made Pema think that it much be a large blood blister of sorts. "Ooooh" she said after seeing it. Think that it must be painful and annoying to have to walk with that pressure under the skin. She was tempted to just tell her to pop it, but that wouldn't be a good idea. "It's best to just leave that part alone. It's alot of built up pressure that your body should release once new skin has formed under it." she explained as she looked it over. 

That would take some time, and there was no need to Sorrel to be in pain over the next few days because she couldn't simply rest. "If you wanted you could rest in my den for the next few days. It will get you off your feet and I or another member of the pack could bring you meals in the meantime." she offered, trying to think of what would make her the most comfortable. Ready to walk her over to her den if she accepted. 

Seeing the blood blister and the state of the other ankle, it appeared as though not one but both of her ankles had been injured somehow. Did it happen at the same time? Or did the injury of one lead to the other. "How did all this happen?" she asked. "Did anything else happen when this all happened?" she asked, wondering if there were any other injuries that she had maybe missed. As Sorrel spoke Pema began to poke and prod at her injures to see if they were infact breaks, sprains or anything else.