Bearclaw Valley Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves

Arielle led them to a part of the channel that was lined with rocks. It was where she gathered a lot of her moss. Lay down facing me, she told him once he had stopped near her. 

Assuming he did as she asked, the healer lowered her front half near the closest rock, the move sending pain shooting through her injured hip. She winced but continued what she was doing. When she found a piece large enough, the bruin-heart scraped it from the stone surface with her teeth. Then she held her mouthful in the water until it was saturated.

She would turn back to Val and if he allowed, she would drape the cold moss over his muzzle. It's cold, I know, but it will help your nose feel better. That and the bark she had given him earlier.