Swiftcurrent Creek daze, daze, daze

Arlette had her work cut out with this pack. Pups running against trees, pregnant or hormonal women, and her daughter giving birth. She kept herself busy, but that is exactly what she liked. The pale woman lifted her head when she heard Arric call for her. The woman knew his howl by now and was quick to respond. It sounded from the borders and the tone made her turn around and grab one of the tufts of the reeds. She had stacked them neatly.

Arlette came with a loose gallop onto the scene, it seemed she had made a good guess that her help was needed. She watched the woman with a bleeding leg. With blood, it always looked worse than it was. That she had learned over the years. Arlette dipped her head to Arric who seemed to try and apply cobwebs. "Hello, dear. Let me have a look," she greeted after placing the fluf down. She gave it a look over and then started to pull the fluff out from the reed. She pushed it down against the wound, instantly soaking it, and thus building the layers to stop the bleeding. She didn't think much of it, after all Arric called and she figured he knew her.