Post by Merlin on Oct 7, 2013 3:47:31 GMT -3
Merlin huffed as the Wise Yarrow placed him down. The little dog glared at the stares he was receiving from the wolves of the pack. The useless bunch they were. His little butt had been dragged all the way up here when there was a whole gaggle of them, standing around like the ducks used to do at the park, waiting for humans to drop bread.
Pathetic. But he heard the sorrow in Retol's voice and even that hurt a little. He ignored what the wolf was saying to him. He didn't like when other people told him about his patients. He found he always learned more by looking them over himself. He left his herbs behind with the Wise Yarrow as he stepped forward and looked Jierl over. He was getting old now. Quite old, the fatigue apparent in the last few moons. Merlin finally lifted a paw and placed it gently on the hind leg. Broken. He was still though, unresponsive
He turned padded up besides Jierl's head, placing his ear against his chest, only to hear faint and raspy breaths That didn't sound good. While his chest was still, he could feel the old wolf breathing gently on the pad of Merlin's paw when he put it in front of his patient's mouth. He turned back and began picking through his herbs. He was slightly irritated, Outside of the broken leg and ribs, he knew of a few herbs that would help his breathing and help to prevent infection, but did they-?
He found the elderberries and pulled them forward and then the pelargonium, but they hadn't brought any tumeric or resveratrol. Damn them.
As he began to work what he had into a poultice he looked at the wolves hovering around him, being absolutely useless. And they called themselves healers. "Fetch me some tumeric and reveratrol, now." At the blank look on some of their faces he added irratably, "There should be some in my stores, it's part of the stem of grapes, and tumeric is a the one with a pink flower attached. Go!" He returned to his patient, carefully aligning the bone in the leg, wondering if they had anything strong to wrap it with. He missed living among the humans sometimes because they had such useful things. What he wouldn't give for a medical wrap at that moment. He would have a limp when it healed, but heal it would. The ribs however. They presented a problem. Scooping up the poultice, he jammed his little paw far into the back of Jierl's throat, forcing him to swallow it.
The old dog, his breathing restricted for a few moments, jolted awake wearily and twitch, trying to swallow the foul herbs. He blinked at Merlin, but then seemed to slip back into unconsciousness. Merlin stared at the wolf, pondering a way to suspend the older canine so the ribs wouldn't heal curling in on his organs.
Pathetic. But he heard the sorrow in Retol's voice and even that hurt a little. He ignored what the wolf was saying to him. He didn't like when other people told him about his patients. He found he always learned more by looking them over himself. He left his herbs behind with the Wise Yarrow as he stepped forward and looked Jierl over. He was getting old now. Quite old, the fatigue apparent in the last few moons. Merlin finally lifted a paw and placed it gently on the hind leg. Broken. He was still though, unresponsive
He turned padded up besides Jierl's head, placing his ear against his chest, only to hear faint and raspy breaths That didn't sound good. While his chest was still, he could feel the old wolf breathing gently on the pad of Merlin's paw when he put it in front of his patient's mouth. He turned back and began picking through his herbs. He was slightly irritated, Outside of the broken leg and ribs, he knew of a few herbs that would help his breathing and help to prevent infection, but did they-?
He found the elderberries and pulled them forward and then the pelargonium, but they hadn't brought any tumeric or resveratrol. Damn them.
As he began to work what he had into a poultice he looked at the wolves hovering around him, being absolutely useless. And they called themselves healers. "Fetch me some tumeric and reveratrol, now." At the blank look on some of their faces he added irratably, "There should be some in my stores, it's part of the stem of grapes, and tumeric is a the one with a pink flower attached. Go!" He returned to his patient, carefully aligning the bone in the leg, wondering if they had anything strong to wrap it with. He missed living among the humans sometimes because they had such useful things. What he wouldn't give for a medical wrap at that moment. He would have a limp when it healed, but heal it would. The ribs however. They presented a problem. Scooping up the poultice, he jammed his little paw far into the back of Jierl's throat, forcing him to swallow it.
The old dog, his breathing restricted for a few moments, jolted awake wearily and twitch, trying to swallow the foul herbs. He blinked at Merlin, but then seemed to slip back into unconsciousness. Merlin stared at the wolf, pondering a way to suspend the older canine so the ribs wouldn't heal curling in on his organs.
