puppy's first healing

It wasn’t surprising when the boy refused her truth, instead opting to try something, anything else. Death was a difficult concept to grasp at such a young age, before one was exposed to the horrible truth of the world: not everything could be fixed. Still, she nodded in acceptance. His suggestions were smart, asking for something for the coyote’s breathing and something for the pain. The woman turned to her back, poking and prodding until she fished out what she was looking for. She turned to the boy, presenting him with a 5 leafed herb, and a flower. “Zis one eez called ‘cannabis’. Eet will ‘elp him with zee pain and make him feel good. Zis one eez called ‘marshmallow’ and should ‘elp him breathe better. You are very smart to know zose are zee tingz to treat,” she complimented.

Getting to her paws, she poked around their surroundings for some rocks before returning and placing them in front of the boy. ”Because he eez not awake, we need to ‘elp him take zee ‘erbs. Put zee ‘erb on zee rock and smash eet, like zis,” she showed, placing the cannabis leaves on the rock and taking another, before using the other rock to grind and press the cannabis leaves into a dryer paste. “Add some water to make eet easier to drink, then pour eet into zee mouth. He will naturally swallow eet,” The woman instructed, taking a leather water pouch from her pack and pouring a bit onto the mushed up cannabis. She gave it a quick mix with her paw before shuffling closer to the coyote. “Open his mouth for me, s’il te plait,” she asked, waiting for the boy to do as instructed before she picked up the rock and dribbled the contents into the animal’s mouth. It’s throat automatically worked to swallow even in its unconscious state, forcing it to ingest the substance.

“Now, you try with zee marshmallow.”