Hoshor Plains To the rescue

The unamused look she was given was returned with a sharp silent look and a subtle  lift of her chin,  a silent way to say "What are you gonna do?" before she resumed her normal expression of bored neutrality as the woman confirmed that she could heal. She needed this woman's help, she could suffer with swallowing her stand offish nature that sometimes flared up. When commanded to lay down she glared again, not liking the orders but gave a long huffy sigh and slid onto her stomach. 

As the other said she was leaving she nodded and remained still, eyeing the area around her as she was left alone. She did study the deer leg, sniffing at it with interest and having an internal war about whether or not to let the woman heal her and then try to snatch the leg and get off with it. She decided against it after a few minutes thought. If she did manage to snatch it, she couldn't run too fast with her shoulder and her jaws would be filled with meat so she'd be unable to fight. It had nothing to do with how it would be totally wrong after saving the woman and getting healed. 

When the other came back she lifted her head and stared at the herbs, giving them a few sniffs and wrinkling her nose but saying nothing about them. Another order came and she grunted, turning her head and licking at her wound in short quick rasps, ignoring the pain the roughness caused. Then she focused on the woman again and angled her neck and body so the wounds were fully exposed and easier to manage.