Firestone Hot Springs Expanding the horizons

The female refused the help of a medic and started to pull the thorns out of her paws. FitzDutiful physically winced as she began to rip at them and, as he watched, he saw the blood well up from the cuts. "That looks pretty bad." he said, full of concern, "I've never had thorns in my paw before so I can't say for sure, but any blood can't be good!" He didn't really know what else to do, he couldn't help her any more than he was doing - especially if she didn't want to see the medic.

Thinking of how to help he figured getting her mind of the pain might be good. "My name's FitzDutiful," he told her to change the subject. "I'm with Blacktail Deer Plateau just over the way." He didn't know, at this time, that it wouldn't be too much longer until he left to found Redhawk Caldera with Perry and Fox. "What about yourself?" he asked, her scent giving away that she wasn't part of a nearby pack, if in one at all, "What brings you to this area?"