Weaving her way along the edge of the small settlement, Tris moved quickly towards the whimpering pup. [color=004b80]"Stop that."[/color] Her voice cut cleaner than the glass. [color=004b80]"Now hold still."[/color] Gripping the girl's foot in a vice of iron, the woman examined the wound. Glass could cause infection, especially old glass. Examining the glass, she gently spread the wound, to grip the glass in her fingers and pulling slowly. Adjusting her grip and easing out the pesky fiend. [color=004b80]"Be wary of glass about the ground."[/color] She called out to the rest of the pack. [color=004b80]"I don't need wolves limping to me become a regular thing."[/color] Setting the glass in her palm, she studied the wound. [color=004b80]"It's going to need regular bandage washing and cleaning. Can you walk over to my packs?"[/color]