Lets Play Doctor

Satira didn't have much time to spare. The longer she took, the greater the risk of blood loss, shock, or even infection got. She needed to get to work on Ciná's tail, but she really didn't want him to be in too much pain, giving him every second she possibly could to let the marijuana take effect on him. When he confirmed that he was starting to feel something, Tira nodded her head. Good enough, she supposed. A quick glance up to the red brute's face confirmed that his eyes had started to glaze over, his eyelids drooping as he began to relax into the effects of the drug. All right, that would have to do. It was now or never. "Good. You can spit it out now." Satira popped open the bottle of trillium solution, the strong scent of medicinal herb and alcohol punching her in her nose. The antiseptic would sting like a bitch, but it was better than preparing to amputate his tail. "Don't move, okay? I'm sorry."

Then the little wolf-dog medic began. Satira held Cináed's tail still with one paw, doing her best not to put any pressure around his injuries so as not to hurt him. With one deft paw, she poured the contents of the bottle over the wounds, washing away the blood and disinfecting the cuts in one go. Tira was prepared for Ciná to try and pull back from the sting of the antiseptic, preemptively holding his tail still so he couldn't thrash or pull away. Once she had dumped the entire bottle over his injuries and cleaned them, Tira grabbed a couple of nearby sticks that seemed sturdy enough and set them on either side of his tail to splint it. It would do no good to have him undo all her hard work and kill himself simply by wagging his tail too energetically. "Ciná, hold still!" she reminded him through clenched teeth as she focused on her work while also struggling to keep his tail still for her to do what needed to be done.

Picking up the ointment soaked bandages in her free paw, Tira began to wind them around his bleeding tail, wrapping the sticks up in the bandages as she went to help set the splint in place. She wound several layers tight to keep the wounds compressed, but making sure it wasn't too tight as to cause discomfort or pain. It was a fine line to walk, and Tira didn't voice to Ciná that he was her first ever actual patient she was treating on her own. Gods, she hoped he didn't lose the tail because of something she fucked up! Floppy ears folded back to her head as the very real worry that she could make things worse crept up into her psyche. The little wolf-dog was hyper focused on her work, tying the loose bandages together in a small knot once she had run out and making sure they remained set. When they bandages didn't slide or move, Satira sat back and inspected her work. Not bad. A sigh of relief passed her lips. Cináed wouldn't bleed to death today, it seemed.

"Okay, done." Pale blue-gray eyes looked up to Ciná's face, looking to make sure she hadn't caused him too much discomfort and that he was still conscious—or not too doped out of his mind. "Hey, you still with me, big guy? Can you stand? We need to get you somewhere to lie down and rest. Maybe get some meat in your belly for all that blood you lost too." Ciná would need to be ambulatory on his own though. Gods knew the tiny hybrid couldn't lift a hulking dire wolf the size of him!

"Satira"