Redhawk Caldera I'll let the waters still

He made a joke that made absolutely zero sense, and the way he made it was completely off.  Fennec felt dread knot in her stomach.  Bron?  Eat it.  She nosed it closer to his muzzle.  Just... chew it up.  She tried to speak slower, all the while with her mind racing.  Slurred speech and nonsense could have been medication, but she hadn't given him anything yet, and certainly nothing like that.  It could've been the blood loss, but not after so much time.  That meant there was probably some amount of head trauma, and that scared her almost more than the risk of infection.

Hey Bronco, who am I?  She asked a moment later, regardless of if he followed her instructions.  Then she began to slowly, gently, run her muzzle over the top of his skull.  She was feeling for any bumps, contusions, or anything that made him flinch.  If he'd taken a blow during the fight then she'd have to figure out what the best way to treat that was, and she wasn't sure there was an answer to that question.  It also meant that the willow bark wasn't an option for now.