When World's Collide

The hint of a rustle in the woods was met with the sight of Lykos' gleaming, sharp canines as his lips pulled back in a snarl. A low growl warned whoever was approaching - if they were not friendly, they would be ripped in half. Plain as that. He couldn't smell them; the wind was pushing their scent away, and the scent of blood and his mother overpowered his nostrils. Only a second later, Vereux appeared, and Lykos only hesitated a second before his hostility faded, and he regarded the male with a cool, appraising look. He did not like the man, nor did he think he would ever. Unfortunately, he was also a healer - which means Lykos would listen, albeit begrudgingly and only for the sake of his mother. He grasped the cotton in his mouth delicately, huffing as the fibers stuck themselves to his teeth, slipping away to the nearest stream. He winced when he heard his mother's groan of pain, once again grateful that he was not female.

He was in luck; there was a stream nearby that was flowing pretty nicely, so while chilly, it was not frozen. He tried dropping the cotton, only to find it stuck to his mouth, and irritably he swiped his paw at the cotton to get it out of his jaws. That worked, and carefully he lowered his paw in. Within a second, the cotton was plastered to his paw from the force of the current, and absolutely dripping; he grasped it once again in his jaws and headed back, dropping it in front of his mother silently, before resuming his silent guarding.

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