Shoot the dog

The caps did their work, and very efficiently. Waiting until the lupine entered the deepest cavern of sleep, Ashton immediately went to work. Dashing over to his bowl of saltwater, he clutched it carefully in his jaws. The salt water would sting pretty bad, which wouldn't be detectable while under early work of the shroom.
The golden teen lapped a bit of the water, sterilizing his own tongue. He gargled the bitter mixture, and set to work.

The remaining fur tufts were roughly cleaned, and thoroughly the bacteria were removed. .. well, already as much as a sanitized wolf tongue could get it. After cleaning the wound, Ashton poked and prodded the wound, picking up the limb and setting it down, finding the awkward way in which it bent.
It was broken.
He was totally unprepared for that.

Finding where the bone was shattered, the sandy doc memorized the point, and raced to comb the beach for remaining leaves of seaweed, and Ash supposed Mother Nature was pleased with him, because he found shitloads of the washed up stuff. Arriving back to the knocked out wolf, the golden pelted dude committed to paint the wound up with the picked milkweed, its peroxide effectively bubbling the rest of bacteria from the deep gash. With precision, he swiftly applied the Web he picked up with every 3 tightly wound wraps of the seaweed on the leg.
3 wraps, Web. 3 more wraps, ; Web.
He hoped the weed would hold for months, but the bandage would obviously need to be replaced every few weeks.

Ashton looked down at his handiwork, and sighed.
He hoped luck would stay on his side.
Cleaning up his mess, the teen went to go hunt a meal for the resting patient.