Shy Deer Steppes Shake your cake.

While Towhee soaked, Bridget lay patiently nearby. In her mind she ran over the logistics here. At some point she'd need to go hunt, though the river would offer the chance of fish or crawdads without needing to leave her new charge for too long.

She blinked as Towhee spoke, surprised by the name. So this was one of the wolves from the pack she'd not yet explored or introduced herself to, the one nearby. Fortunately she knew where that was and could give news, though she hoped it would be less dire than that.

I'll tell them. But no one's dying here. She said, more to herself than to Towhee, who had already slumped down. She settled in to wait, though. It was going to be a long few days for the medic, ensuring she got water, treating the bite, and attempting to stave off whatever this infection wrought.