Firefly Glen Her eyes like windows trickle in rain

@Holland <3

All it had taken was for him to suffer one misstep while hunting a rabbit, and one of his claws had hooked just the wrong way against the frozen ground and as his paw slid, he felt something crack and a splinter of pain shot up through his left front leg. He yelped, and the rabbit he'd nearly caught dashed off as he fumbled to a stop, awkwardly halting with the one foot lifted into the air to avoid putting any pressure on it. Blood splattered across the thin layer of fresh snow, making the scene look terribly dramatic and gory, and he shocked him to see just how much blood came dripping freely from his paw. 

He settled down onto the ground and pouted, whining softly as he began to nurse his paw, and his stomach clenched as he saw the angle the claw on his outermost toe took, having been broken near the quick. He continued to lick at the wound, though the blood didn't seem willing to stop, the way other wounds of a similar size usually did. He wished, now, that Fennec was still around- but he remembered, then, that the pack had a new wolf who was trained in medicines. It felt stupid, calling for help over a broken claw- something he'd liken to having nothing more than a hangnail, normally- but this was really bleeding, and he knew next to nothing about injuries like this. So, still doing what he could to stop the blood flow with either his other foot or his muzzle and getting covered in blood in the  process, he sent out a slightly worried, but not terribly urgent call for whoever their new medic was.