Redhawk Caldera don't wake me i plan on sleeping in.

◆Ash-spiration. Lawlz.◆


Letting out a vibrant laugh at her words, the hippie shook his head. Then after a beat, he nodded, and turned, making his way down the slope where her perch was.

Taking slow pit pats down the hill-like mountain, the doctor took his time relishing in the silence. Well, as silent as nature could get. Meanwhile, he pondered what concoction he could whip up for the grey toots.
Seein how the wounds were healin up extravagantly, he assumed someone had looked at the ouchies already. Maybe she needed a salve or somethin to skin em over, have a better chance of healing, and her having a higher chance of her pelt growing back in that spot. Maybe some almond oil, some hickory bark, something of a recovery trait.
He had plenty.

His den was unbelievably close to her own, and at this, he was relieved. Ash didn't want her to put herself in more pain than necessary, as he did for all his patients, so he insured she didn't stumble or fall, by being ever close to her.
Hell, she fought bears...who was he kiddin?