Redhawk Caldera summer days wasting away

Seal’s paws retracted towards her chest when Frolic pulled her paw away. “Oops!” she chirped. She hadn’t considered how her patient felt. When Frolic offered it back, Seal held it differently. A bit more firmly, as if to try avoid any tickling sensation.

“Okay, well it’s a good sign… that the beefalo’s hoof didnae break your thrapple,” Seal explained. “So now… I’ll apply a balm of dandelion tae prevent infection. That’s… that’s when a cut gets all red and puffy. If that happens you could become sick.” To teach was to learn twice, right?

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!” Then, Seal jumped through the long grass. Dandelion wasn’t in season, so she collected pretend “herbs” for their game.

She returned with a variety of plants clutched gently in her teeth. Then, she collected two flat rocks.

“First I’ll grind tha plants…” Seal placed a purple coneflowers head and a few blade of sweet grass between the stones and began to turn them into a lumpy poultice.