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My Give A Damn's Busted



Ashelia

Somnium

age
10 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Small
build
Light
posts
102
player
Dragon Mod
06-30-2015, 05:17 PM
She glanced uncertainly at Ylva, a frown on her face and a crease in her brows as she was beginning to have second thoughts about this. But the woman needed help, and Ashelia had been the only one around...or so she knew anyway. She hadn't scented anyone for miles around, so she was on her own about this. She wished she could have had training back in Valhalla, but she was still a pup when she had gotten lost. And upon returning, there was no scent nor sight nor hint of her family or any Valhallan wolf. The pack itself seemed to have disappeared...

Taking a deep breath, she nodded to Ylva. Moving closer to her leg, she stared at it for a moment. How was she going to do this? She had broken bones within her prey before, but never set a bone back in place! She couldn't let Ylva see her hesitance though, but what if she messed up? What if she made the woman's leg worse? The thought of it was driving her to nearly passing out, her heart pumping hard. But she knew she had to stay calm, and if she messed up...then Ylva would probably bite her head off. But even so, she'd risk it. She had to help.

Taking a deep breath, she placed a paw lightly upon the womans ankle, and the other raised over where the broken bone protruded. "Okay..." she whispered to herself, readying herself. Glancing at Ylva for a second, she gave a look that said to get ready. Though before she did anything, she picked up one of the sticks and gave it to the woman to bite down on should she need it. And then, she placed her right paw near the bone, and with pressure and force, applied her weight to the area. A resounding crack had made its way to her ears, causing them to flatten. She was going to feel sick, her stomach lurching at the sickening sound of a bone being reset, and the leg began to bleed heavily.

Quickly, she pawed some snow to clean the wound, then readied the thickest of the sticks and placed it on the broken leg, however, she would make sure the wound was clean first before binding it. When her work was complete, she had hoped she did well. The bone wasn't sticking out anymore, the leg wasn't bleeding as much as it had been, and she had splinted and bound the leg as best as she could. She stepped back, staring at the blood spattered snow, her head reeled and she braced her legs to try and keep herself standing.