Whitewater Gorge big poop

She smells the blood, then, and concern knits her features into a frown. The slender Blackthorn draws closer swiftly, deciding the weeping male is no threat for now. He seems dazed and hurt more than anything. You'll be alright. I can fix you up, She says softly as she halts close enough to inspect the damage. A slight grimace tugs at her mouth as her gaze sweeps over the mangled toes, the bloody mess where his nail ought to be. Hmmm. You'll need something for the pain. My herb cache is near — stay here, and I'll bring what I can. It's limited for now, new as it is, but she has some loose poppy seeds stored at the very least. Those will be valuable here; there's nothing life threatening about his injuries, but the pain will make him a difficult patient, and a paw injury like this could quickly lead to infection if not treated properly.