SNAP CRACKLE POP

Archon called for Obi, his tone reflecting that healing was needed. Though Obi wasn't a wolf and couldn't understand all of the careful subtleties of howls, Archon had worked to get him to understand some... special howls. The howls for Obi wouldn't convey much of anything to another wolf, but as long as Obi heard and understood it, all was well.

In a short time, the monkey appeared clenching a fur of healing supplies. As he approached the unconscious male, Archon filled him in.

"If Pnuma is to join the band, his leg must be fixed," Archon explained. "If his leg heals improperly..."

Obi nodded and unfurled the fur, revealing the stock inside. With his nimble hands, he would be able to set the leg with some sturdy bark and use the fur to hold it steady. A thin bird's bone and some horse's hair would make for a needle and thread to tighten and secure the wrapping. All the supplies were here.

Obi carefully laid out the instruments, glancing at Circe and silently asking what she would have him do.