Bramblepoint Take a look inside my eyes

When she'd treated the ear she moved on to the wound in her side, trying to hit the ones that looked the most inflamed first. Her question was met with silence and she didn't seem to be seeking comfort so Bridget allowed her to keep her space. Clearly she wasn't the most friendly of strangers but that wasn't anything new, and sometimes injuries could bring out the worst in a wolf.

She wasn't bothered by the question, but she waited until she was applying a treatment with her paws to answer. It was a bite wound that went bad. I couldn't reach it to treat it well enough myself, so another healer had to remove the infection. Her response was affable and a contrast to the way it was asked. That's why I'm worried about these. Once infection poisons the blood it's hard to get rid of.