Swiftcurrent Creek The crow and the butterfly.

Bazi didn't like the expression on Paarthurnax's face. She stayed close to Danica, stretching to see what the medic was talking about. What did they look for, anyway? All Bazi could see was red, slimy flesh and glimmers of off-white ooze. It didn't smell particularly bad yet, and perhaps that was why the healer's face broke into an uncertain smile. Bazi smiled back, relieved, and nodded in response to Paar's request.

"Hear that? You'll be fine - if you do exactly what that girl says," she murmured to Danica when Paarthurnax was out of earshot, nudging her pack-mate's cheek. "Are you afraid?" Never mind that Bazi would be squealing like a pig if the roles were reversed - she wasn't good with pain, or scars.