Frying Pans are for...

Peggy blushed crimson beneath her fur at the older male's assertion that he was comfortable leaning on her, and glanced down at the jar to cover her confusion. "I... I'll hurry so you can sleep," she stumbled to assure him. This time she positioned herself so she wouldnt have to disturb him again when she finished with his shoulder and could put a poultice on his leg - she could reach both. Her skin still seemed to tingle warmly he were he had rested on her, and as she quickly cleaned his shoulder she prodded at those feelings like a loose milk tooth.

She... she wanted him to touch her again, to lean so trustingly on her like... like they were a mated pair long married. He would, she imagined knowing little about him, that he would be an ideal mate for any woman to long after. He was tall and handsome, and strong. Clearly a warrior, so he would surely be a good protector and provider. He was older, sure, but that just meant that he would have more maturity and stability than a wolf her age. She wasnt sure when her examination of the little quivers of excitement in her heart turned to daydreaming about the perfect life this stranger would provide to someone, but it had certainly slipped into daydreaming of her being the mate ge chose out of all of them as she poured the disimfectant rinse over his shoulder.

She carefully pulled a few herbs out of her pack. Yarrow, calendula, comfrey, goldenseal, oooh honey she forgot she had that. Mixed with the herbs and plastered over with lambsear it should keep the bandage on for long enough for healing to start.

She found herself humming softly to herself, daydreaming, as she mashed the herbs together and dropped them into a bowl, then added honey and mixed it all together. She spread it first on his foreleg to give his shoulder time to dry, carefully pressing the soft lambsear leaves against it until they stuck and covered the honey, then moved her attentions back to his now-dry shoulder until that wound, too, was covered. "There you are," she said happily. "That's finished for now, just don't fighting any more rabbits, ok?"

She was pleased with the results, but it should probably be changed in a few days. She wondered if he had anyone to do that for him, and her stomach suddenly dropped as she imagined his mate, surely waiting for him at home, lovingly cleaning and rebandaging the wounds. "Do... do you have a mate?" The words were soft, drawn unbidden, and she waited in n agony for the answer.