Put a plaster on it
04-21-2015, 02:14 PM
Now that Frith had stopped and settled upon the ground, Sorrel could get a decent look at the wound. He'd hoped to try and stop the bleeding promptly though somehow Frith had managed to get dirt in it already, if the wound healed with all that rubbish inside then they ran the risk of him getting an infection. "You'd better." Was the only response that Sorrel had to the Author's attempt of a joke. He didn't want a patient dying on his watch and he dreaded to think what the loss of Frith might do for the pack. With no other word suddenly Sorrel took off for the water, dipping his nose under he attempted to get the biggest mouthful he could before hurrying back to Frith and releasing it over the wound, hoping the trickle would wash away most of the dirt and blood so he could get a better look. Lowing the injury into the stream would have been the better option of course though he didn't think he'd be able to drag the Author over there nor was it probably a good idea for him to move anymore. Licking the wound, he sought to ensure he'd cleared the rest of the dirt from it. The actions dislodged any clots that may have begun to form of course though once satisfied he placed a paw firmly over the wound and applied pressure to it. Now it was a waiting game, for Ellingham to return and for the blood flow to slow. "Are you still awake?" He questioned abruptly, wasn't the greatest idea for him to sleep just yet and he'd use what little conversational skills he possessed to keep the alpha concious now. |
