Redhawk Caldera Get buck in here

She eyed his ankle and nodded. Using herself she offered her side as prop. It would be slow going, but they could make it. She didn't ask him how he did it, she didn't care. The amount of injuries she had gotten doing something stupid, she was sure his was more serious in nature. He had been hunting or patrolling. Not just rolling in a pile of leaves and snow.

Once they made it to the den. She'd run for some cool moss by the river and while he lay prone, prop that on either side of his paw, in the hopes to take the swelling down. Alaric used to bind it in stuff, but she didn't know what. So this would have to do. She could call Bridget she supposed.