Lost Creek Hollow every step i take

oh. it was a rather useless herb, then, or so she hoped - she'd no idea how often a litter died or wandered off. (though she had an inkling he was referring to the former) still, she was glad to know it had some use beside, and thus was content with her contribution to his stores, however minor. 

his noise was somewhat heartening, and her muzzle dipped and small smile formed unbidden. he was right, she supposed, however much she hated the possibility of it short term, she thought it would be rather stupid if her activity made her a drag even longer by stalling her healing. "you're right." she admitted, even though he likely didn't need to hear it. changing track, she motioned to her tail. "the dressing stayed on!" she caught a glimpse of it and reconsidered. "mostly."