Silvertip Mountain Most pitbulls are just three shih tzus wearing a trench coat

He kept still while she worked, even though she knew it must be uncomfortable. Aves was strong; she knew this was nothing compared to what he could endure. Still, the thought of him in pain made her chest tighten. 

Once she had soaked the nail long enough, she removed the moss. The area still oozed blood, but that was normal. She was experimenting with a mix of plants to help wounds, and so she walked over to the rock where she had torn them up and mixed them together. Marigold to prevent infection, nettle leaves for pain, and oak leaves to help with bleeding. Arielle scooped a small amount into her mouth and chewed them into a poultice as she sat back down in front of the prince. Using her tongue and lips, she gently molded the mixture around the affected area. Come back tonight and I can clean it and place a new poultice on it; you should be fine after that. She smiled up at him. 

With the bruin-jaw's injury tended, she was able to devote her full focus to the conversation. I never thought if that way before, she said first, concern pulling her eyebrows together. Maybe this place is only meant for rituals and not for living. Maybe the bear is trying to tell us that. Why else would they have such misfortune here. Her face smoothed into smile as admiration filled her expression. You are listening.