Firefly Glen sometimes we just think too much

Her paw pads were swollen, cracked and caked with old and new blood. He bit back a sigh. If only this was summer, he would have a den full of herbs to use. Holland mulled over what to do for her before giving a short nod to himself. He leaned to the side, making sure he was in sight of Tabrielle. 

"You need to clean your paw pads" he instructed "take the dirt, blood and excess pebbles you picked up off of you" she would feel better walking around then "then get a bath" he also adds, but doesn't curl his lip. He wasn't saying she stunk "the water will wash the road off."

She might even feel better after the water hugged her frame. Water calmed and cleaned. Before he could add more, she directed a question at him. Holland could lie to make her feel better, but he didn't like to lie. "I am new to the Glen" he gave her softly "happiness has to be achieved..."

He paused. "...Longterm."