Adjustments

Vali would not hesitate to take up on that invintation, and she leaped up smoothly next to the brown marked man. She would watch her old friend's expression, a look of sadness crossing her own face when he answered. Poor girl, how did she deal. "Perhaps I could help?" she suggested gently. "What does she love to do? Her passion?" she asked softly, before falling silent to his next words. No wolf, let alone Bass' daughter, deserved to go through that sort of hell. "Were there any other wounds on her body? Any claw marks, bite marks? If so, that would be the sign that it was a poison, instead of an overdose. I forget what Foxglove treats, but it's definitely not for superficial wounds." Vali fell silent as she spotted Bass' light shake, and it was not hard to guess why. It was warm out, and the topic was his daughter being hurt. She shifted slightly, attempting to press her muzzle into the taller wolf's shoulder fur; a measure of comfort, if you will. "I'm so sorry," she whispered softly into his fur. Perhaps, if she had been around just a little more, tried a little harder, she could have prevented this from happening.