Skull Clan Doctor Test Thread (P) - Abattoir

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    The marble pelted wolf lay stranded and soaking upon the sand as deep feelings searing pains gripped her with hands as strong as vises. She was bleeding, and badly. There weer deep puncturing teeth marks upon her leg which had obviously been grabbed at by some sort of attacker though there was no signs as to where or who they were. If someone were looking down at her they might have seen her blood sodden pelt was also washed with bitterly cold sea water that was making it matted and thick. She was shaking terribly and was struggling to keep her eyes open but prayed that someone from the clan would be along soon to find her.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify][size=10]Isadorapaw wasn't sure what she had been doing, in all honesty. Taking a walk. After her mother's demotion and exile, she wasn't so sure about anything anymore. She was only vaguely aware of those around her and the happenings around her.


    The metallic scent of blood drifted towards her. At once, Isa's ears swiveled forwards in confusion and alarm. She started to pad quicker towards the scent, and soon a shape loomed into her path of vision.


    "Ma'am?" Isadorapaw asked in a shaky voice, looking the body over. Okay, she needed to calm down. "Ma'am?" She asked again, and when no answer was given to her, she shuddered. Out cold, probably. Isadorapaw blinked over the injuries. Nothing looked really... broken, but everything looked torn.


    Isadorapaw couldn't see very well. She was almost blind. Was the fae still breathing; alive? Was she conscious?


    Having had no previous herb teaching (other than her mother teaching her a few times, and Surftide) the apprentice had to think for a little while before beginning. "Ma'am, I'm going to help you." It seemed like a good idea to put that out there, in the case that she was conscious and wouldn't just revolt and hurt herself more.


    First, she placed a small, white paw on the fae's chest and felt for a steady beat- which she did feel, after a few seconds of holding her breath. Isadorapaw then moved her paw to the leg, where most of the blood seemed to be coming out of, and tried to apply pressure to it- hopefully, to wane the blood flow. Although, certainly, she didn't want to cut off all the blood flow there.

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