Fairspell Meadow Needles

Lane's nose quivered over the bloody pawprints in the snow. She detected no traces of infection, but then again perhaps it was overly ambitious of her to attempt to pull that information from some faded spots of blood in the snow. 

Lane took up her medkit once more and moved forward, following the red-spotted trail. Whoever left the trail behind was moving purposefully at an even clip; there were no traces of staggering or confusion. There were no larger spots or splatters of blood around the trail either, which was good-- that meant that injuries were likely limited to just the paw pads. Lane could handle that. Lane had seen her share of busted-up pads this winter already, her own included.

The trail led Lane to the shores of a lake where it was likely that she would find-- oh, yep, there she was. Instinct often directed injured wolves to the nearest body of water. The woman was washing her paws, which was great. They would be clean and ready for Lane to apply her antiseptic poultice.. assuming that the owner of the paws let her near. 

Lane chuffed a quiet greeting. She waited a beat for the stranger to turn and see her, and then she dropped her medkit on the ground so she could speak. 

"Hey there. I'm Lane. I'm a medic. I could help with that, if you like." She nodded toward the paws that the cinnamon woman was nursing.