Blackwater Islands nox arcana

It seemed a few things had washed up on their shores. Bridget inspected him as she listened, but could see nothing. Perhaps hidden? If there was a wound gone wrong causing this, that could be a treatment.

Gently she began to shift him, nosing each limb, searching for signs. He was slight enough that she could move him with some ease, rolling him carefully onto his other side, ensuring his head remained cushioned. If the Listener helped, she would accept it, but she didn't ask.

It is not good for a wolf to lay too long in one place. Be sure to move them. She'd learned this.

It isn't infection. I don't know what's causing this. Some illness from the ocean, maybe. If it will help, I can stay here. It might be better to have someone with him. They seemed to be busy elsewhere, but she had little else to do.