Lost Creek Hollow they were pointing ever east

the girl grimaced as she inspected the healing cuts on her ankle, delivered as part of an unlikely possum's last words. she'd packed moss around it, and kept it hidden as best she could from Baelfire. she didn't want or need him to know that she'd been out of the territory, hunting, when he'd explicitly told her to rest. and while the scratches on her muzzle and most of those on her ankle were healing, the deeper half of the bite was swollen and bulging - an abscess, though she knew it only as the dreaded infection she'd heard time and time again from Baelfire, Brisbane, and others. chewing carefully at her ankle and around the abscess, worried, now, that she'd have to find Baelfire and admit what had happened, she resolved to take care of it herself. Resolute, she moves to search for some of the herbs she knew or heard could help, pausing every so often to worry at the abscess. 

@Gannet!