Lost Creek Hollow Hurry before the pain sets in

A wounded boy.

Her ears fell back further, and she looked to the dark man who emerged from Riverclan’s borders.

I am a healer. She said a second later, folding her paw to her chest. A child, harmed? What was this world coming to?

Do you know his name? How old he is? Where his parents are? Faun said, her brain scrambling to catch up to the situation after its stumble over her patient’s age.

How bad are the injuries? She looked to the dark man.

If they’re bad, I may need a hand or two to hold him down.