Lost Creek Hollow you booked the night train for a reason

Ash Paw huffed. Cats are always showing up where they aren't wanted and they're just nasty, for no reason. Mean things. 

Though, her tiny pack was imploding in upon itself. It didn't show in her gaze or her words. No this was something she could do, could fix. This is why she preferred healing to words. She always felt inadequate.

Ash Paw moved nearer and looked the girl over. Scour marks along her sides, puffy, raised,  red and pus crusted. Deep wounds in her leg. This was going to hurt.

Alright then. I'm gonna get some water. You may want to find a stick to bite. I'm going to need to clean these and it will hurt.

Ash pulled some of the softest reeds from her pile and went to the nearby river anxious to clean them. Soaking them she returned quickly. She'd do what she could and then the girl would need rest.