Recovery

Álarr checked on the fire as he worked near Pesto's unconscious form. Valdís had brought the girl to him after a confrontation with an intruder. They'd placed her on a deer skin in the barn and Álarr started tending to her wounds. "Pesto? Hey, can you hear me?" He didn't want to start cleaning out the wound and have her wake up with a start. Especially when Byrn started the stitches. Álarr checked the moss he'd padded into the wound, it had done well to stop the bleeding and this kind would also help to prevent infection. Though he'd still feel better if they could get the wounds stitched closed.

Afi wasn't too far off, setting out a few bowls near the fire and digging around for their ointments and salves. "Hope they strung the trespasser up by the tail." As a cat he felt particularly strongly about territorial boundaries.