Skull Clan Nurse Test Thread (P) - golden

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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.

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 430px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 20pt; color: #ffa500; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;][align=left]Nehemia Ytger ♚[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]One might think it odd that Nehemia was to be found wandering along that beach: she hated all things cold, and wild waters in the winter were a threat to her natural warmth. The feline, however, had decided to take a stroll simply because she wondered what a beach in winter was like, and so far was displeased with the result. Beaches from her home were always warm and sunny year-round, and this was a disappointment to her. Nehemia wandered about aimlessly, wondering where the next easy exit path was.


    That was, until she noticed the blood on the sand. She noticed it before she noticed the marbled wolf, for Nehemia had been paying more attention to her own small paws than to the world around her, and gasped. Blood meant one of two things: injury or death, and neither of them was something that she was interested in. Looking up suddenly at the sight, she saw the wolf, soaked in blood and salty water, freezing upon the sand as surely as blood still flowed from the wounds that were likely on her legs, though Nehemia couldn't be totally sure where exactly. The biggest threat, however, was the obvious cold-shock that she was going into, ready to close her eyes, and that meant dying. Sleeping when you were that gravely injured was not a thing.


    What to do, what to do? She'd seen injuries before at home, but hadn't been asked to treat them herself - why would she be, she was the princess at home - and thus had to rely on what she remembered from watching the healers. Wounds, she knew sort of what to do about that. Grabbing a piece of moss with her jaws that was a few tail-lengths away, far enough away from the sea to be mostly dry, the jaguarundi pushed it on the wounds on the leg, or where she thought they were anyways, to try and stop them from bleeding so much. Blood loss was bad. Once the female was sure that she had the legs mostly under control for now, she had to decide what to do about the way that the wolf was so cold and shaking. Maybe she could move her? Grasping at the pelt of the wolf, she dragged her a few tail-lengths, onto the drier sand away from the water.


    Okay, so maybe she'd be slightly warmer, but there was still the fact that she looked like she was going to pass out. She had no blankets, nothing with her, so the jaguarundi decided to sacrifice what she most treasured on cold days like these, and began to lick and rub at her fur, using her own body heat with their closeness to try and warm her up.


    The fur began to dry, and Nehemia continued to vigorously lick the female, wondering how long it would be until she was awake enough to move back to the camp, where they would have blankets and warmth.


    ( wAIT I DIDN'T READ THE WHOLE PM SO HERE'S THE REST OF IT ,, IF THIS ISN'T ALLOWED THEN IGNORE THIS BOTTOM PART )


    Then Nehemia remembered. She had the basket, and it was nearby. The basket of supplies that she could use to save this wolf's life, and needed to use in order for the female to survive. Wondering how safe it would be to leave her alone for even just a few seconds, the jaguarundi dashed off for a moment, grabbing it and dragging it across the cold sand. Thyme, a blanket, cobwebs, everything she'd needed a moment ago and had forgotten about in the emergency of the situation. Hissing at herself under her breath, the female slowly removed the moss from the wolf's legs and replaced it with a bit of towel first to remove any dirt, and then once she had taken that off, cobwebs to keep it clean and to make it stop bleeding. Everybody knew that cobwebs were used for that, and even she remembered that thyme was good for shock. It would keep her awake, but it smelled good too. Placing a few bits of the herb near the marbled wolf's nose, Nehemia started on the next part.


    The blanket. How did one wrap a blanket underneath an injured creature without hurting them more? Well, she had to try, so the jaguarundi placed the soft object on the sand, then slowly rolled the female onto it, praying to the Goddess that the cobwebs would stay. They did, and she sighed with relief, dragging the blanket and wolf further up the beach. She'd be back at camp soon enough, or near enough for others to come and help at least.
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