Blackfoot Forest gossamer

Winder nodded when she asked if it was night. The forest was dark, but it made him question how long had she been beneath the boughs of the trees. If she had only just hurt her leg (assuming her gauge of time was at least somewhat accurate), she likely had nothing to worry about. As long as it was kept out of harm's way, it would heal well.

“Have you seen a silver wolf, with a black collar? He fell with me.” Sidewinder paused, as if to search his memories for such a wolf, but he found none. Again, he shook his head. “I have not,” he replied. He let the words settle before speaking again. “Can I get a better look at your leg?” he asked.