Swiftcurrent Creek Keep your heart 'cause I already got one

Hirundo was rendered momentarily speechless. Old news!? …Considering the rest of her scars, perhaps a new injury wasn’t all that alarming to her, but still! That had to hurt! He tried to lean over to sniff at her forehead. It wasn’t easy to see much amid the matted fur, but the wound looked wide, though fortunately not deep enough to expose the skull. Something that looked more serious than it was …as long as it didn’t get infected.

We need to clean this right away, Hirundo told her with a furrowed brow. I’ll put a poultice on it to keep the flies off, too. First wash your face, then eat.

Hirundo made no move towards the bird, even as he said it. He was sure he could not make Mae do anything, nor was he willing to risk becoming Three-Paws by getting in between the river-witch and her food. Instead, he turned to sniff around for what he needed.