~Wolves of Silver Mist~ A Role Play Always accepting!

Feather groaned. " My muzzle."

(Ha ha. Nightcloud gotcha good!
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Thunderbird looked at the gruesome wound and began cleaning it carefully. She used some Marigold to make sure it would not become infected. "That should feel better soon. Eat some of these, too." she said giving her some painkilling herbs. "Are you bleeding anywhere else?"
 

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