Lost Creek Hollow but I know that wicked shape to your smile

he gave a nod. marigold was lovely foliage in his humble opinion, though if Vuk wanted to call it 'smelly'... the man grunted quietly. not everyone appreciated plants. though it was clear she didn't like the idea of being watched. "pride before the fall" his answer was direct and simple enough. don't wait too long to let him know. it could be too late. the infection could spread very easily, especially after she amputated herself like that.

and sometimes patients had a lackadaisical nature to their attitude about medicine. he would rise suddenly, eyes on her stump tail with an unreadable expression. "I need to apply that mixture before you go stomping around." it was like getting a child to take a spoonful of medicine. annoying, though she had done nothing but agree thus far. he half expected her to run off, say she was fine. if she protested, he would groan but not bitch.