Duskfire Glacier Baby love me, apocalyptic

short posts are my favorite kind. <3

Lane peered down at Eldritch's paws, which were healing as well as possible given the lack of medical attention. Eldritch would be fine, in time. Lane had seen much worse during last winter's blizzards-- she'd experienced it firsthand, in fact. That had been a new experience: using her own bandaged paws to bandage up other wolves' paws. 

"You've taken good care of them," Lane noted, nodding to Eldritch to let her know that it was okay to drop her paws now. "Is this your den?" Lane tilted her head toward the opening of the cave. If so, Eldritch could rest here while Lane tracked down some supplies to make a poultice.