Blackfoot Forest gossamer

A small wrinkle of worry creased her brow at the disappointing news, only focusing on the pale stranger again when his question induce her to. “Are you a healer?” She asked curiously, her ears swinging forward; but nonetheless straightened herself, unfolding so that she could pull herself back up and wobble again onto three legs to give him a clear view of all sides. The fur and skin had been scrapped away some, typical for falling from the height she had, but otherwise had stopped bleeding and was in the process of scabbing. If she knew better than she might have suggested she’d twisted something on the way down, but she couldn’t imagine what had happened. “Do you think I’ll heal on my own?” She added, turning her muzzle away from him to peer down at her lifted leg, “Should I do something special?” Most Elderly would have known what to do, but sadly he was not here to guide her, so she stuck her questions on the stranger instead.