Post by Dawnpaw on Jul 1, 2010 11:35:08 GMT -5
Dawnpaw drags herself into her den, wincing as she tenderly puts weight on her mangled left hind leg. She pulls herself into a sitting position, reaching for comfrey. She chews the herb into a paste, then spits it onto her wound. Her paws then nudge a pile of goldenrod out of their hiding place, and she selects a few leaves, creating a poultice, then layers it on top of the comfrey. She chooses a few long blades of grass and uses them to bind a rush stalk to her leg to create a split. Before drifting off to sleep, she swallows a single poppy seed.
