Drop it like it's hawt (Garth)

"Likewise, Elli," he softly replied, a gentle chuckle rising from his chest as well. Glacier blue eyes watched her as her own set of opts brilliantly shined when he mentioned a cure. Silently, he began to take a few steps in her direction, but past her so they could walk in unison. Long, silvery-dipped tail swung behind him as he began to tell her the situation.
"Her symptoms aren't really anything serious, but if she doesn't take care of herself, the chances of her being sick would be horrendous." Garth didn't want to think of Song being in major peril, but then again, he hadn't been there when she had her second litter of puppies. "She was attacked by a bear a few weeks ago, creating scars that will remain on her hind legs forever. They aren't healing as fast as she would like, and being cooped up in a cave is not her idea of spending her time wisely." A soft sigh escaped his lips as he continued to slowly walk beside the woman. "She is antsy, and her scars are trying to heal, but they are being delayed, it seems. They itch and are painful whenever she moves. What can be done for such symptoms?"






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