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it was the dawn of day setting in; colors of vibrant pink spewing over the soft clouds in the baby blue sky. and below it traveled the weary, weakened casimir who's face was covered in brown blood. it was worse than he anticipated. the fight had been long, slow and violent. unlike others he'd have with his kind. simply put, he took on a large predator alone. one he had no experience in fighting.
slowly, the limping wolf came to the borders of his new home. but he couldn't push himself any further-, having traveled all night to arrive here. crossing over the marker, his vision would suddenly blur with the notion of a concussion taking over, his right dislocated shoulder buckling once as he then collapse to the floor with a loud thud. under his chin were cuts of two, caked with blood, following a larger bite to his chest; deep and raw with teeth marks from the feline he fought before. his back held numerous open wounds of claw marks- opened and still seeping blood that could not scab over due to the constant movement of walking. nearest to his shoulder blades were worse-, morsels of flesh graphically hanging. contusions surrounding him, his breathing labored as he laid still, unable to call out for help.

"talk" "think"

table by scarlet/art by luni

The dawn arose like any other. Oleander lifted from his bed, stretched, and gave out a great yawn. He looked around, blearily, and saw his patient Vesper still where he had placed her. He had yet to move into the clinic quite yet, he was going to be working on it most of the day though.

Suddenly a cracking song of alarm came outside the window. He looked and saw his raven Eterna turn a bright blue eye on him and bid him to follow her for an emergency.

He left his patient with Jace his raccoon, grabbed his emergency basket filled with all the essentials, and followed the white Raven.

Eterna cawed overhead, the form of a limp white wolf covered in dark brown blood laid on the border. Was that... that must be one of the new members! What happened? A few sniffs to test whether this was, indeed, a member confirmed it through the tang of blood and cat.

"Fuck." He said, experimenting with his new word as he approached the blood streaked male.

"Heyy, you still with me? I'm Ollie, an Armada Combat Medic." Will he be able to carry him to the clinic? At least it was mostly prepped for this already. The cold was biting and he needed to get this wolf out of the weather.

He lifted his voice for some help, Medical Emergency, Come NOW. Then he turned back to his newest patient, hoping another medic or even apprentice or heck any of his siblings would come. He looked very very bad.

"Let's get you someplace warm." He said, attempting to pick up the heavier and larger male. Damn, he wished he was as big as Bas.

"Speech"

The day starts like any other, the sun paints the sky vibrant hues of pink and gold while the bitting wind promises yet another cold day. It isn’t a bad life for Zion and she spends most her time burying herself in work to try and forget the pain that still burns deep in her heart.

Just as her mind turns to the sorrow to try and relive the leaving of her mother and siblings, an urgent call rents the air of an otherwise peaceful morning. Her brother, Ollie, summons any and all healers to help him.

Without hesitation, Zion gathers her healer’s bag that she had spent countless hours carefully putting together and quickly set off to where her brother had called from. Lavender eyes find the downed form of one of their pack mate’s and she immediately moves to their side.

Keen eyes take in the stretches, bite wounds, and the way her pack mate’s right shoulder looks wrenched out of place. The wounds still sluggishly bleed and she sets her bag down to rifle through while she says, “We should clean his wounds quickly. Feline mouth's harbor lots of germs.”

A cold breeze buffets the trio, tugging at their fur as deft paws pull out a square of clean cloth. With it, Zion moves to the wound that is bleeding the most heavily and presses it against the seeping jagged source. Intense lavender eyes move to catch her brother’s gaze as she says, “I don’t think we can move him on our own. Let’s focus on cleaning these until we can get help to move him.”

Head dips toward the various wounds that still leak precious blood as she adds, “We need hot water.” Mind churns with medical knowledge as she attempts to help both the man and her brother get what they need.


"Zion Fatalis"

To his relief, his sister Zion appeared. She seemed to have other ideas about what was priority care.
He huffed at her, "I think the cold will do him in before the germs will. We can handle those at the clinic I'm setting up." Mildly perturbed but eager to help, he was still grateful for Zion's assistance. He was eager to help and cooperate.
"We can get hot water back at the Col. I can show you the clinic too. How about we drape him over both of us and we drag him home on our shoulders?" He suggested.
"It'll be easier to keep ourselves from freezing too." He mentioned. Surely the both of them, though smaller than their patient, could pull this off? Have the man's shoulders over Ollie's and his hips over Zions?

"Speech!"

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