Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-24038939-20160207214233/@comment-27669385-20160215194137

Thistletuft frowned. "You're hurt." He mewed, studying the claw marks on her face and her thin body. "We'll take you back to our camp. I have herbs for that wound." He meowed. "Burningstar will want to talk to you too, I suppose."