Otterstone’s heart was pounding.
That coyote was meaning to attack her. If Gentlethunder hadn’t been faster, she would probably be dead.
Who couldn’t walk... Emberfang, Quialsnap, and Mothdusk.
The tall she cat first picked up the smallest of the three, Mothdusk. Brought her back to camp, and then dragged Emberfang, careful of his wounded leg.
Tired, she cane back for Quailsnap. “Can you walk at all? You can get all the support you need from me.”
And if he could, she was his support, when he couldn’t walk, she half dragged half carried him.
The rest of her patients she helped to the medicine den, and stayed in camp herself.
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