Emberwood No one's here? Good.

Laika frowned. The poor girl has gotten this injury fairly recently! If she hadn't known, Laika would've thought she'd been born with it because she copes with it so well. She trotted over to the mud puddle again and dipled her paw in, hobbling over to Grace again and spreading along the heated areas. 

Once she had accomplished her task, she lay down next to her. "Let me know if you need more mud," she offered. "so, whenever you feel your ready to walk again, we can try. You probably shouldn't carry the deer though." Once she was done speaking, Laika rested her head on her paws, careful to avoid the single muddy paw.