Snow was suddenly very aware of the hole in his leg and winced. Looking down he saw his makeshift bandage was soaked through and blood was running down his thigh. He looked around the forest for a bit before hobbling over to a plant, picking it's leaves and grinding them between his teeth for a minute. When the salve was ready, he stuck his paw in his mouth and pulled it out, smearing it over the wound. "Much better," he said, relief apparent in his voice.
He had heard mention of a cave to stay tonight and he was all for it. His hut was now quite a ways back into the forest and he felt no desire to walk all the way back with a gaping chasm in his leg. "Sounds good," he agreed, starting to sound weary.