Lion Head Mesa Stones

Oh! Lilitu exclaimed as he dropped the stone. She winced at the sight of blood, but to his credit, the princeling carried on, and she hastened to his aid. The two of them worked at rolling it out of the creek to rest with the others.

Once upon the shore again, she took a more motherly approach. Let me see your paw, she requested gently, nodding at the appendage in question. Open wounds and dirt and water don't mix. We can patch it up with moss if it seems bad.

One thing she'd learned over the seasons—moss. Nature's Band-Aid.