Shadewood My City To Ruins

Dagger looked on in concern as the wolf slid down the tree, in too much pain, it seemed, to just flop to the ground. Her ears pushed forward and she gave him a tentative sniff. “What happened?” she asked. Then, “Name’s Daggerjaw. You?” Names didn’t seem so important right now considering that this male seemed to be in a lot of pain, which was not good. “Seriously, though, what happened, exactly?” Dagger wasn’t sure what the hell this knowledge would be good for. She didn’t have any kind of knowledge of healing besides basic things. She knew poppy seeds could numb pain, but they also made the wolf who confused them a little loopy and they could be addictive. If he was bleeding she guessed pressing a clump of grasses into the wound was the best she could do.