I'm A Little Thrown Off Today

He waited as patiently as a pup his age could manage as she accepted his treatment, giving a firm nod of approval like a real healer might to encourage his patient. When she said her leg was already feeling better, Jigsaw felt his heart might explode with excitement but aside from the uncontrollable rapid tapping of his forepaws he tried to show none of it. What was next after you gave a patient a medicine? Oh, right, a treatment plan! "Good, good." Jigsaw said in reply, his tone incredibly serious. "You shouldn't be walking on that leg, I'm prescribing no more walking. Until it's all fixed." However... he sure as hell couldn't carry her, and if he was prescribing bed rest he couldn't let her walk by herself either otherwise he was letting her break his rule. What a conundrum. The next step in the plan: finding someone to force this silly wolf back into her den.