Fairspell Meadow Divine and Witchy

"How does it stay put?" Dwin asked, staring down at one of her forepaws she had lifted up to have a good look at. She had already forgotten how and when, but there had been a day, when a playfight had escalated to something way more serious. There was still a thin, hairless line, where skin had been torn open on the inside of her elbow joint. It had taken a while to heal mostly and mainly because she had been impossible to keep down and had been notorious on licking and nibbling at it, whenever it had bothered her. 

"I mean, it can fall out just like that," she added. "My dad said that saliva is poisonous too. To wounds. It makes them worse. Like from a small scratch to a whole batch of skin missing," to be honest, she did not quite remember Eljay's exact words. "Or, perhaps, he just meant mine. Can wolves be poisonous? You know, like snakes?" her mind jumped to the next topic.