Moonspear i only have eyes for you

A boy, young enough to be one of last spring's children, approached as she made her path toward Moonglow. The boy Caracal, who had come to Moonglow only days ago. His gait was tainted with a limp, and Sialuk's face grew concerned. She was well-learned in medicine, though she had little in the way of practicing without the help of anaa. But she was grown now, was she not? This would be her second spring, and she knew well the ways of healing her mother had taught her.

You are hurt, she said, her eyes upon his forepaw. How? When? she asked.