Zanthe smiled gently and nodded, humming as she finished fixing his kidney. Minutes later, the catfox sowed up the german shepard's side and wrapped a bandage around his upper belly. "That should do it," she said, patting his uninjured side. "Don't try to move too much, though, you've still lost a lot of bl..." Zanthe suddenly remembered her own injury and quickly checked her hip. Thankfully, the bleeding had stopped, but it looked as though she was going to need a couple stitches herself. "Damn..." Sighing, she looked over at the german shepard. "Anyway, you should be fine in a couple weeks... though we should really find a better place for you than under a bush." She quickly sewed herself up and covered it with a gauze bandage, then stripped off her bloodstained gloves and put them in a plastic bag. "Since we've got some time to ourselves before we try to find ourselves somewhere to stay, it might be best if we got acquainted (or however acquainted is spelled)."
