Oh, good grief. He growled and whined like a little bitch. Seriously. She had half a mind to tell him not to be such a weenie about it. Eying his forepaw, she had her doubts about the damage done to it, but without examining it further she couldn't tell for sure.
Warja sighed, softening a bit. Alright, so she couldn't fault him for hurting. "I know a place we can go. I have a stash of medicines. Surely there's something in it for the pain." She eyed him. Was he going to be a wuss about walking or was he going to just suck it up and do it? Walking on three legs was entirely possible. "This way." The young medic briefly considering telling him to hurry, but doubted that would get her anywhere she wanted to be.
