digging a hole, a diggy diggy hole

She remained stationary as he stepped back from her, her green eyes flicking quickly to his movements. He had a limp. She had a limp. Fuck. He asked if she was injured, she lifted her offending ankle and pointed with her nose to her own sprain. He commanded her to tend to his sprain. Right, sure, like she could just pull two bandages out of her ass and wrap them both up. She looked up to the gaping hole above them, tinged an ominous red from the strange red-stained sky. Did any of their supplies and camping equipment make it down?

As he kept eyes on their surroundings she attempted to poke through the debris of their fall. Hah! Yes! As she shifted the sand about she found their camping supplies. Inside was still pristine if a little knocked about. Supporting herself with one leg she reached inside for the first aid kit. Enough supplies for two wolves.

She opened it up and found the bandages. With one, she approached Flare and hesitantly took his leg and gently began to wrap it. Using her good paw and her teeth to maneuver it around.

"Speech"