06-01-2018, 10:57 PM
“[color=black]Hey.” Radeken rumbled. Screaming out the need for medical attention was a pretty good way to summon her, after all. If she wasn’t sleeping, stealing, or shirking duties to entertain fantasies of heing elsewhere. I see what they meant about injured newcomers. She was almost tempted to set up first aid stations along the border and throughout the territory if this was going to be a regular thing.
“[color=black]Awesome, wet dog.” She muttered in a soft, flat voice as she set out her things, popping open a bag to fish out containers of salve and spread that’d be useful for this poor schmuck. This guy was...pretty fucked looking, actually, but she was glad it was another canine. She had practiced on herself enough times to be more than confident helping this case.
“[color=black]So nice of you to leave him sopping wet for me.” Radeken groaned. “[color=black]He needs to be dry. At least, the injured bits do.” Herbs and bandaging wouldn’t stick well to the wet and the wounds wouldn’t do great if lake water was trapped against them. She tugged wads of dry material for stopping blood from her pack to dry him, gesturing for the others to help before nudging Joel with her nose. “[color=black]You even conscious?” It wouldn’t change whether he was treated, but she more than half hoped he could somewhat walk sooner than later so he wouldn’t have to be dragged to safety. She mouthed something reminiscent of thanks to Lunafreya for retrieving a stick and pried open one of the containers she had dug out.
“[color=black]Awesome, wet dog.” She muttered in a soft, flat voice as she set out her things, popping open a bag to fish out containers of salve and spread that’d be useful for this poor schmuck. This guy was...pretty fucked looking, actually, but she was glad it was another canine. She had practiced on herself enough times to be more than confident helping this case.
“[color=black]So nice of you to leave him sopping wet for me.” Radeken groaned. “[color=black]He needs to be dry. At least, the injured bits do.” Herbs and bandaging wouldn’t stick well to the wet and the wounds wouldn’t do great if lake water was trapped against them. She tugged wads of dry material for stopping blood from her pack to dry him, gesturing for the others to help before nudging Joel with her nose. “[color=black]You even conscious?” It wouldn’t change whether he was treated, but she more than half hoped he could somewhat walk sooner than later so he wouldn’t have to be dragged to safety. She mouthed something reminiscent of thanks to Lunafreya for retrieving a stick and pried open one of the containers she had dug out.