Gyrfalcon's Keep can't stop the swag

Thistle slid beside Junior and sighed softly, bending she began to lick the red, sticky fluid that fell from the girl like rain. Oh Junior you’re just a mess hold on, let me get you fixed up. She cleared the blood away from the girls face and eyes, the nicks from the beaks and claws were not too deep, just on the head, a place that bled a lot. She looked around for anything to use to hold it from bleeding more.

Thistle continued to clear out the blood, whining softly as she did so, feeling like a failure as a foster mother, but she got it clean at least. She caught sight of some cobwebs at the back of the den and with a hurried apology for taking the spiders home she placed them on Juniors head and sighed in relief as the blood seemed to slow or she hoped so anyway.

She licked the small muzzle of the pup in front of her , No need to be sorry Junior I am happy to see you. They have nests babies they are protecting them, when you’re a mother or father you protect your children against everything. It’s okay you missed the festival, there should be some leftover fawn if your hungry. And Ragnar and Tveir and Ein and Gyda will be happy to see you.