Firefly Glen Cut all of my hair off

She watched keenly as Lane worked on her, the poultice smeared into her congealed wounds.
It didn't hurt, but it cooled her pad.
It was nice.
Then, rather quickly, Lane swept the tangle of cobwebs over them, coating them with a silvery mass.

Ryn could only look in wonder.

Then she was asking if she could use the moss. Ryn nodded, taking it up and washing out the wounds on Lane's own paws. Dirt and a little blood washed out into the snow. Good.
Just as she was scooping up the poultice, ALne said something interesting.
Motherfu-bear. Why did she pause?

"Muf-a-fu bare?" She asked, the poultice still on her tongue as she glanced between the adults before applying the poultice. Reminding herself of what was in it.
Coltsfoot soothes and softens, horsetail and marigold stops bleeding and infection.

They spoke of some woman they'd chased out. Trivial adult things, she guessed.
Ryn moved onto the cobweb and tried to copy how Lane flipped it over then soothed it down so it stuck. It was clumsy but secure. Good enough for a beginner.
Evergreen eyes tilted to the adults, questioning and looking for praise.