Swiftcurrent Creek daze, daze, daze

Arlette made such the wound was covered by the fluff. She pressed more against it so it was more compacted. At least that would stop the bleeding. She would need to bring the girl with her to her stash so she could give her something against the infection. A fox's mouth wasn't really a clean one, nor was a wolf. She therefor decided against licking. The girl spoke of needing a home. Arlette would leave that decision to Arric.