Swiftcurrent Creek copper

To Muskrat's credit she didn't whimper or whine while Arlette worked on her. It was quite remarkable. Arlette also realized she spoke a different language than she did, or well, knew words she didn't. However, she had understood to explain what happened. So her language couldn't be much different from hers? Arlette quirked up her lips at the explanation. Ah yes. Survivor, she spoke. She knew all too well. Cougar not kill me too, she hummed in return. Strong women. She decided to say.

Arlette was about to turn to the last layer when Muskrat complimented her. At least she thought. Thank you. She then grabbed some more stiff reeds and worked on the last layer. She hoped it would hold when the female would stand. She stepped back. I hope it holds. She stood herself. A little tired and covered in resin. She hoped Arric would forgive her when she asked him to groom it out of her fur. She would try to get it out with water first though.

Done. Try standing? It had been a while since she made a splint but she hoped it would hold for the female and at least give her ankle some support and rest. Try not to move too much, and rest. No fighting. She then looked at the female and decided to ask: Do you wish for more pain medication?