My Give A Damn's Busted

Ylva took the stick that she was given. She could tell that the woman was hesitant, but, she paid no mind as she readied herself. When the first crack of the bone could be heard, she winced as she could feel the bone being reset entirely. The feeling of blood oozing from her leg made her feel dizzy even more when, before, the feeling or sight of blood didn't even bother her. Her eyes closed tightly when she could sense that the leg was reset and she could feel the cold of the snow when her wound was being cleaned.

When time went on, the wound had finally been fixed as Ylva lifted her paw slightly, wondering if she would be able to walk on it and she didn't make the absolute mistake of letting the dame fix her ligament, however, she did trust her, and, she didn't even really have a choice in the matter. Either it was, take a chance and have her fix the leg, or lie there and have the vultures finish her off and she wouldn't see her brother again. With a sigh, she lied back down and placed her head on the ground, letting her wound rest a bit more after it had been fixed.