Deepwood Weald What is this, wash and wear?

Unfortunately, Oliver didn't even move to stand up, instead whining on his own accord. Owie. I think something's broken. That's what the shadow had said to her. Holly never would have thought that she would have any strength to injure somebody like that, nor had she known anybody to say owie but she shook it off. Her mild concern turning into deep fear and worry as the golden one carefully nosed his chest (as that was all she could really do so without the fear of him rolling onto her snout).

Raking her muzzle through his fur she even decided to murmur things as she went along. Things like: "stay still...", "shh", "hold on just a second Oliver", "I'll be done in a second", "I'm just checking", "Just one more second okay?" as she decided to even add in the cheesy "it'll be okay" and "you're okay shh". Her words and phrases replayed as if somebody had made a playlist of probably not so comforting sounds and placed it on shuffle. But she didn't much care what she sounded like. If he was hurt she would never forgive herself.