Lion Head Mesa break me off a piece of that… fancy feast

She sat up with a little groan, one socked forepaw reaching up to rub at her nose. It smarted and Frolic winced, moving her paw away. There was blood smeared on it and she could feel more dripping from her nose into the cleft of her lip. She could taste it.

By some extreme stroke of fortune, a coyote appeared. Frolic immediately thought of @Meridian tending the wounded after the fight with the hellcat. In her young mind, prairie wolves were synonymous with rendering first aid. She lurched onto all fours and ran toward the small canine.

Hi! Do you have any spiderwebs? I need to stuff ‘em up my nosey! Frolic exclaimed by way of greeting.