Clash in the veil

Scylla definitely thought that the big horse was going to turn her down. In fact, she may have damn near bet on it. He surprised her though, nodding and moving towards one of the nearby pool. Stepping in put them at a better angle and the slate colored fae was glad for it. Would have been a long stretch to get way up there on her own little hind tootsies.

Sifting about in the smaller satchel that she used for travelling, Scylla took out a scrap of soft skin and a little pot of something. Dipping the rag into the water of the pool, the wolf dabbed at the slice marks, gauging their depth. Thankfully none were too terribly deep. Superficial, mostly. It was important to make sure that the wounds were clean and free of debris. The horse had assisted her, so she'd do well by him in terms of healing.

"Scylla"