Natural Remedies [Plato Albany]

[Tierney]

"Can I help you, Miss?" The woman behind the counter asked as she looked up as she set down the bottle of pills within sight. "Stoirm can't take these, the main ingredient reacts negatively with the belladonna that she takes for her seizures." Two years prior, her beloved pet had been shot in the head by a hunter who had mistaken the white beauty for a wolf. It hadn't worked out in his favor. Not only had Tierney raised hell when she'd found out, but the vet bills had ended up being paid by the man. Stoirm had survived, but not without her scars and the wounds that remained, including her seizures much to the young woman's distress.

"Our previous veterinary care practitioner suggested I come here after the last two times he said he could not think of anything else to give her." Her eyebrow lifted as the the woman turned her attention back to the computer screen and asked for her name. "Tierney Savage." She felt something brush her leg, the large mentioned Berger Blanc Suisse staring up at her with golden eyes. Her hand moved down to brush through the soft fur, looking over the scar halfway over her scalp. It broke her heart to remember the pained whimpers, the blood. Thankfully, the hunter had been an awful shot.

There was the clicking of keys for a few moments before she looked back down at the receiptionist who smiled at her. "I see you have already filled out the required information, so the doctor will be with you in a few moments." Tierney nodded, her hand curling more into the black leash before she pushed her glasses up her face. A click of her tongue had Stoirm back up on her feet, following after her owner as they moved to take a seat by the window. All the while, she took in the appearance of the Wolf Ridge Sanctuary. It was nicer than the previous vet's office that she'd started taking her to, but hopefully the man they would see was more willing to listen about the needs for Stoirm.

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