Circe eyed Archon's companion hungrily as the primate approached. Oh, how she envied her brother. One of these days she was going to have to find herself a little companion with hands. Circe was pleased to see everything they would need to fix Pnuma's leg in the bundle Obi brought with him. "Wonderful," she murmured appreciatively. To Obi, she said, "I'm going to wedge his leg between these two stones here and stretch it out so the bone falls back into place." She motioned to the rocks she'd used to break Pnuma's leg. They'd been useful once and they'd be useful again. "Once the bone is set I want you splint it." Circe then wedged his paw back into the crevice and stretched out his leg. There was a dull, barely audible pop as it went back into place and, still gripping Pnuma's elbow tightly, Circe signaled Obi to begin. "Circe" "Gwydion"

Archon sat back and let Obi work with Circe, a small proud smile on his face.

Obi listened closely to Circe's words. He was skilled in healing and a broken leg wasn't a big issue, but it would still be easier to manage together. He waited while she positioned the other wolf's paw between the rocks and set it. When she nodded to him, he came over and ran his spindly fingers along the broken leg, ensuring the set was good. Once confirmed, he nodded to Circe and grabbed his supplies.

Obi secured the leg with the thick pieces of bark. He loosely secured it with straps of rabbit before pulling out the full skin. He wrapped the skin around the splint. The leg should set without Circe needing to hold it.

"If you could hold it, I can sew it for security."

Circe's envy only grew as her brother's companion wound the skin around Pnuma's leg. His hands were deft and swift, and as she watched him work Circe decided that if she'd ever had a reason to be jealous of another creature, this was it. Ah, what she could do if she had hands! While the monkey worked, Circe's companion slithered closer to get a better look, stopping only once he was under Circe's belly. His black gaze slowly moved from Circe to the monkey and back again, his blue-black tongue flicking occasionally as he tried to gauge the flavor of his master's thoughts. After Obi instructed her to hold the skins closed, she did just that. She placed her forelegs on either side of the wrapped leg and pinned the bundle closed. "Circe" "Gwydion"

Obi watched the snake approach slowly, not taking his eyes off of it. He wasn't at first sure if the snake was meant to be there, but seeing it pause and take thought to the situation put Obi at ease. This snake must be like him... at least to some extent.

Archon breathed out a small huff in Obi's direction, bringing him back to focus.

There was healing to be done.

Circe had listened to his instructions and Obi fetched the needle and thread. He carefully knotted the horse hair and threaded it through the bone, pulling the first stitch through the rabbit skin with a tentatively held breath. It seemed to hold. After that, Obi made a tight stitch to keep the fur closed. It wouldn't last forever- and maybe not even that long depending on the activity of this male, but it would add an extra layer of hold and protection while the splint immobilized his wrist.

When he was finished, Obi backed off, nodding first to Archon, then to Circe.

Archon stepped forward, "It seems like we're ready whenever your friend is."

Circe dutifully held the skin together as Obi sewed it. Without meaning to she found herself leaning closer and watching him make stitches. His hands! Ah, she couldn't get over them. So bizarre-looking and yet so very useful.

She blinked as her chin bumped into the top of Gwydion's head. Reluctantly she sat up a bit straighter. Her eyes never left the monkey's hands, though.

At last it was done and Circe let go of Pnuma's leg. She stepped back and silently appraised Obi's work. After a beat she said, "You do good work. Archon is lucky to have you." High praise coming from her.

"It seems we are." Circe reached out and lightly slapped Pnuma's face a couple times. "Wake up, Pnuma," she said loudly. If necessary she'd have Archon's companion fetch water and splash him with it. "My brother's here to see you. Pnuma!"

Pnuma jumped at the gentle jostling, fur slightly ruffled as he lifted his head. He blinked away sleep as he tried to get a better look at the stranger before him. They were equally tall as his new-found friend and equally intimidating. Though he could assume they were related, Circe's words only confirmed it. The spirits had calmed as he was falling asleep, now that he was awake and surrounded by two wolves nearly a foot taller than him, they started to act up. They whispered warnings and concerns in his ears, though none he hasn't heard before. He couldn't count how many times the spirits had reminded him of how much stronger a wolf was compared to him, or how weak he was not he was injured. He shook his head to clear it; he wasn't interested in the spirits' jibberish.

"Your Archon, right?" He spoke calmly, though the slight waver in his voice and his unsettled fur showed he still wasn't comfortable in the presence of the stranger. "I'm Pnuma, nice to meet you." His voice trailed off slightly as he realized Circe had said his name not even a minute ago, but it was still proper to introduce himself. He didn't want to be rude to the leader of his future band, even if it was only until he healed.

He lightly sniffed the splint around his broken limb, eyes wandering over the intricate stitching and all the components of the reinforcement. He was amazed at how well made it was, absorbing all he could by just observing the brace. He would ask questions on how it was done, but he didn't want to seem nosy. He shifted his gaze over to the monkey, which who he assumed had done most, if not all, the work. "Thank you, this is beautiful work." He smiled to show his admiration was genuine. He might have to find them later so he could learn their techniques or at least gather the courage to ask Archon about it.

Circe woke the young male, giving his name as Pnuma. Once the boy awoke, he again introduced himself. Archon smiled warmly and nodded. It didn't seem he needed any introductions here. He also turned to Obi and thanked him, to which Obi crossed his hands over his heart and bowed humbly. Archon let them have their moment then turned his attention to Pnuma.

"I heard you might be staying with us a while," Archon said. He wasn't sure what all Circe had told him, so he needed to check in for himself. "We'd be glad to have you, if you'd like. But before that, have you any questions?"

He nodded to confirm Archon's first question and paused to think of his third. He didn't have any, or at least, any he had the bravery to ask. The question of his spirits being somehow related to their deity brought itself to the forefront, but he was worried it might be too strange of a question to ask. He didn't know how to word it without making either of them sound insane so it was probably best to hold on until he had more information on the band and its leader.

"No." He shook his head as he pushed himself into a sitting position. The boy looked up to the man, waiting for instruction. He could walk now, though he was still frightened to place any pressure on his broken limb. He was curious about what would happen next, considering this was his first band. He assumed there was little difference between a pack and a band, but it would not negate the fact this was a new experience for Pnuma, and an exciting one.

Archon watched the young male closely as he mulled over his options. Just for a moment, his eyes flashed to Circe. Most of the wolves he had met were full of questions. This one wasn't, or at least he wasn't willing to voice them aloud. Archon sighed quietly at the missed opportunity for a religious lesson. They would have time for that in the future. When Pnuma gave a definite no to having any questions, Archon turned his attention to the next task.

"We can get you to a den," he rumbled. "Obi and I have a few temporary ones set up that we can stay at until your leg is a little better off."

Archon motioned to Obi and the monkey drew near Pnuma, offering one hand on his shoulder to help steady him as the group walked back to the dens.

Pnuma felt a strange sense of excitement when he learned he would have his own den. He had traveled constantly after leaving his birth pack, meaning he never had a den for more than a night before moving on. The fact he would have someplace to go, even temporarily, seemed to make him feel more stable. He was already so thankful for all the help he was getting. He didn't know how to repay such debt. All he could do now is give a grateful nod.

He accepted the primate's help, obediently following behind Archon. As they traveled, he tested the waters with the splint. He avoided putting too much weight on the broken limb, but the brace allowed him to walk on it. It was not comfortable, but it was better than walking with such a heavy limp. Along with Obi's support, he was able to keep the same pace as the much larger wolves in front of him.