Firestone Hot Springs watch it run in slow motion

Wip grew alarmed at the apparent incoherentness of the younger female. Her earlier behavior had demonstrated to Wip that she was feisty, and to see her now in such a subdued state was worrisome to her. She approached her warily, still not completely trusting of her, as she had demonstrated some saltiness earlier. Wip licked up a gob of the herb goo on the rock and approached her warily, and licked some of it onto one of the wounds on her body. When she didn’t lung at her, Wip grew bolder, and repeated the process with the rest of her wounds until only the cheek was left.

The herb would sting, and this would hopefully help bring the other one back. She scraped the rest of it up with her tongue and smeared it onto her bloody cheek. Wip had plenty of experience with hurt puppies, and although the female before her was no puppy, her youth was evident to Wip. She really could do nothing now other than wait for the herb to sting at her flesh, and hopefully bring her wits back to her. She knew it would be working to heal her wounds at the same time. Wip lay next to her head, and began to lick at her face and snout, so as to prevent her from sleeping, and then lay her own head down atop the other female's neck protectively.