The Heartwood the comedy is that it's serious

Trade thread (medic and/or botany), intended for @Holland (surprise!)

Fuck. 

Of all the places to sustain an injury, this place was probably the worst. Lane shuffled forward, holding her front right paw in the air. She glanced around desperately, searching for something that might be helpful-- something that wasn't just ashes and useless, charred debris. 

Lane was trained well. No matter where she was, she could usually locate something useful to use when she got hurt, which was often. Some god somewhere had a sense of humor, to have such an accident-prone wolf born into a family of medics. 

"Fuck!" Lane swore, this time out loud. Her paw was starting to throb intensely.