Redhawk Caldera summer days wasting away

Seal almost broke character when Frolic began to bemoan about her thrapple.

“Thrapple?!” Seal exclaimed as she suppressed a giggle. “A beefalo! Oh my, that is verrae serious.” She placed a paw on Frolic’s shoulder and gave her best caretaker smile. “Dinnae fash, Miss Folic. I’ll take good care of you. Promise.”

“Now,” Seal’s attention returned to Frolic’s leg. “I’ll be sure tae mend all the cuts on the outside, but we must make sure nothin’s broken on the inside. Does it hurt when I do this…?” Seal gently manipulated Frolic’s wrist and bent it slowly.