One man's trash

He lifted up the scarred leg and took careful stock of the state of her muscles. the scarring was severe and her limb seemed wasted. He hummed while he considered the state of her.

"Open up." he encouraged her to open her teeth after she asked the question about a heat cycle. He hooked a paw up to her jaw as he was checking her age and general state of health. He smirked to himself at the question but he was too busy making notes and measuring her teeth to respond. He let her close her mouth and moved on to the scars on her face. They were close enough, eye to eye that she could see the light flecks of lavender in one of his green eyes.

He wondered if the mark over her brow was going to affect her processing speed and intelligence, but with the way she was answering the questions she didn't seem that intellectually delayed. He parted the fur around her throat to see the raw rope marks, still fresh and oozing.

"Hanging from a tree? Hm." He mused, grabbing some tincture and leaves, to disinfect the area, he carefully placed paste-covered leaves over the toughest parts and wrapped them close around her neck.

"She's been through the wringer for sure, made of some stern stuff I think. Probably a fresh two year old." He gave his assessment to Bas over his shoulder then turned to the little fox-like wolf, "You got any physical complaints otherwise? I didn't see any fleas or ear mites. Any injuries buggin you I can't see?" He asked seriously.
"Speech"