It's Just a flesh wound!

The Archer-Lyall, bit back a grin, ignoring the hackles that rose against her chest, a low warning growl and a gruff "Quit’ch’er bitchin’," thrown in response to his insistence that she get off. Getting sewn up hurt, and if he wriggled too much the skin would never mend right, leaving a raised and painful scar, "Or would yer rather get around with a limp fer th’ rest o’ yer life? Won’t be winnin’ anythin’ if yer got a knot o’ flesh makin’ everythin’ pull th’ wrong way. Yer’ll be beggin’ us ter take th’ whole leg off. Now stay still or i’ll sit on yer too." And she meant it. She was larger and heavier than the yellow coated wolf, and she was willing to use that to her advantage.

Otis eyed the wolf warily before moving in to make quick work of the stitches, cutting the horse hair with his teeth and laying the poultice over the now closed gash quickly. She was surprised there wasn’t more thrashing, and really could have gotten up a few seconds quicker than she had, but it was nice to feel the warmth and breathing of another wolf beneath her. "Better watch yerself, next time I’ll make yer stay as m’pillow fer payment." she teased as she allowed the other wolf to get up, trying to mask her bone tiredness by moving to gather up the bowls and herbs and put them back into her storage den.

"speech".