Whitefish River You're going to get what you deserve.

He, thankfully, didn't give her request any resistance, moving from the water to sit in front of her and present his wound. She hadn't quite realized just how much taller he was than she until then, but then most wolves were; she never paid much attention to such things since they hardly ever had any affect on how she treated the sick or injured. His injury appeared to be from maybe some kind of claw, and it looked swollen and painful. Her face wrinkled a little in concern, and she looked up from his muzzle. How did you get hurt? she asked. Curiosity was only a small part of the her reason for asking; she was more interested in knowing how likely it was to get infected. Depending on his answer, she might have to gather more than just the marigolds in the field not far from where they were now. Even so, she thought she might like to give him something for pain too, but she waited for his answer first before springing into action.