Blacktail Deer Plateau You're starting forest fires

Thank God for arthritis! 

Before today, that was something one might have never heard Forrest say while in her right mind. But it was because of her arthritis and longing for the soothing waters of the hot springs that she noticed the limp body of the boy, just outside of the borders. Her first instinct was to make sure that he was alive, but upon closer inspection, she hesitated.

Not only was he stained with a foreign, unnatural scent, but he had been marked with something Forrest had never seen (and let's be clear, she'd seen a lot). Biting at her lip, she tried to think her way through the situation. She could call for @Grayday or @Shale, but she had no idea what either of them would have made of the situation.

Dream? she cooed, wandering a bit closer, Wake up, now. There was no going back — her snout was now prodding along his midsection, carefully avoiding the thing around his neck.