Cedar Sweep Take a minute

After it all, New Snow was not in the best of conditions. Beyond the injuries gained, she also endured the sickness that had passed through the Rise. Her own energy was all but gone, but her resiliency persisted and New Snow continued to survive. The illness would surely pass as it had done all the rest.

But New Snow might look the worst of all for it, then.

Ashlar had tended to her more grievous of injuries, and even her muzzle. But New Snow, not the most patient or brilliant of patients, stepped away from the others to remove the stuff applied. When first it all happened, she had been too tired to do so; now, though, she was regaining her wits. Her natal pack had no medics at all; New Snow was uneducated as to the benefits of wearing green, and thought it an eyesore.

Not knowing she might be worse off for it, New Snow began to incessantly lick at her injured shoulder (that she could get to, anyway).