Bearclaw Valley interim

Evien studied the wound and frowned when Merrick smiled, unamused at the further tugging of the edges. That would just take it longer to heal, and he was not a fan of more work, but... it did keep him quite busy. So that was a plus. 

"Nothing a little burdock root and rest won't fix," he assured, tapping Merrick's muzzle with his nose before heading off to get the appropriate herbs. "If you don't mind, please wash it off in the spring first." The running water would be best to wash it without it getting infected. Mouths were chock-full of germs, after all.