It's time

"Speech"

A wolf tried to take his throne, well that was a no brainer, a leader gets these wounds by obviously minding his own business.

Sure, she could sew. She'd made a couple of leather bags back home, shouldn't be too different, right? She quickly sifted through the contents on the floor looking for the right supplies. Ooo, excellent craftsmanship... She mused taking a once over the kit itself that held the supplies, while also making sure it was thoroughly empty. She was like a magpie with things to collect and hopefully figure out how to rebuild herself.  

She grabbed the curved needle and a thin thread of sinew and expertly threaded the needle. Leather bags were useful as water bags for desert dwellers. They weren't always pretty but they were useful.

She groaned to herself as she sat closer and reassessed his wounds. A deep gash to his belly and one on his leg, deep as if his own cat like claws raked them himself. Family trouble Basil? Someone didn't like his leadership. Though she was no master of canine anatomy she knew the stomach was going to be the highest priority.

She didn't hesitate as she dove into work. She didn't even consider the option of letting him bleed out and ensuring her freedom.

She stuck the needle through one side, gathered it up, poked it through the other side, and then pulled the thread through. Leather didn't flinch or bleed on her.

"You're lucky your insides are still on the inside..." She mumbled at him working on the next stitch.

"Hold still... please..." As if anyone could just control the involuntary flinching of their subdermal layer of skin. She continued to work on the next stitch, then the next. It was taking longer than sewing leather bags. Leather was stiff and would hold its form as one worked it. Sewing up bleeding, weeping, and living skin was something else entirely. The needle went in too well in some places and she missed the mark on others. She tied off one thread of sinew and started a new one. The scar certainly wouldn't be pretty.

Finally, after ten painstakingly long minutes, his slashed belly was done. She slathered the balm he had left her for her own gash on her cheek over the messy stitches and placed bandages over the wound to soak up any extra blood.

"Want me to try sewing the leg up?" She wondered if he had enough of her poking him with a sharp needle and just wanted him to wrap it for him.