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As she got near the borders the land opened up and Bridget sprinted as quickly as her three legs allowed. She skidded to an awkward, hopping stop just short of them and approached breathlessly, dropping what she carried nearby.

Hey! Here, stay there. I can help if you let me take a look. She could tell Bronco was already working through the introductions, so she only hesitated long enough to determine his permission before she came in and began to inspect the injuries.

My name's Bridget. I'll work on this, if you can keep talking. We'll get you to water soon. She wanted to get him cleaned up and patched before she moved him. It was good Bronco was here - she may or may not need his help. He looked thirsty and slightly feverish - the wound was definitely at least in the initial stages of infection.

She started to carefully remove the old dressings, working as gently as she could to start. Once she began actually cleaning it her touch would need to be firmer. She couldn't let it fester further.