Swiftcurrent Creek daze, daze, daze

Arlette kept on pulling the fluff out of the reed she carried until it was cleared. The female made sure it was layered on thick. "Hi, I'm Arlette," she greeted back. She pressed it down on the wound, making sure that the bleeding would stop. Arlette nodded to Arric. It was someone they didn't know then. But she was glad that Arric hadn't turned her away.

"I will hold the fluff down so it absorbs the blood. This so it stops bleeding," she explained. "Later we will clean your fur, and you will probably need some plants that help against infection." Arlette looked at the female. 'Who or what caused this?"