[wren]

Coyotesnarl couldn’t help but feel like he’d walker in on something he shouldn’t have. The unspoken tension between them was corrosive enough, he wasn’t to keen on sitting through it while they shared a moment. The tabby medicine cat withdrew from his position and approached the warrior er- elder. He stooped down low and close to his legs making sure Aspenbreeze could still fawn over his twisted legs but he still had space. He hadn’t been taught much about healing or correcting multiple bones at the same time. Seemed like a daunting task.

He needed to think. He needed to reason out Oakstings best possible chance for getting his legs decently straight. Though he’d probably walk with a gimp and not be as graceful as he had been before maybe he would be able to walk... far fetched hope but a hope nonetheless.

“What do you want me to do? Look into the future?” his tone was harsh but he recoiled, perhaps now wasn’t the time to be rude. She was hurting in a way he couldn’t quite comprehend. “I think I’ll be able to straighten them out. No promises but maybe he’ll live to walk another day” With that he stood and crossed his den to the small herb store. Sticks. Webs. Poppyseeds. “Heathernose, Aspenbreeze.” he spoke not turning his head to speak with them. “Lay him flat on his side. Try to move the legs in the most... good looking position possible. Your guess is as good as mine”

He didn’t have the most delicate of paws, he’d assume either she cat would do better with the delicacy part. He wasn’t the tedious type. He scooped out three poppyseeds and kicked over the bundle of sticks and caught the webs on his tail. “Now, once you’ve done that lay down. I’ll need to feel your leg to make sure the bones are in the right place” he said with a tense nod as he began setting out the sticks and trying to size them reasonably.

He half crouched to lean forward “Eat this Oaksting. You are going to want these”

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