Otatso Wetlands curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back

Sorry for short post. I'm having writer's block.

Grezig grunted at the woman’s comment, not really having anything to say about it. Everything took time to learn. But when the dark-furred wolf asked if she knew proper wound care, she shrugged one shoulder. “I know to lick it if I can reach it, or have someone else do it. I know not to get anything in it if I can. I know not to move a muscle around too much if there is a healing cut there, in case it reopens.” These three basic nodes of information had served her well in her two years of life, but she was sure already that this wolf was about to tell her there was so much more to it then that, and probably scoff at her “ignorance.” No matter. Such things did not bother Grezig.