oooh! He need some MILK!

“Well I never” the words stirred a little worry in his aching chest. Uh oh. Here came trouble, and her tone spelled disaster. She all but jammed her little nose right into the gaping claw marks that slashed across his chest. The coolness of her breath against the inflamed flesh felt nice, though. “And here I thought you were actually one of those wolves with two brain cells to rub together.” she chided, and it would have hurt if he had been lacking in the self esteem department. Instead, a doofy grin spread across his face.

"Well, that sounds like a you problem." he sniped back, ignoring the way his jaw ached at the movement. He'd been tensing it around that ram's neck for a while, and with the relaxation of the muscles came the beginnings of a wicked headache from being smacked around by a cougar. “What am I to you Birch, chopped liver? If your injured, you call me” she snapped. The grin dropped, and a hint of indignity poked its way through. "Hey! I was gonna, I just had to drop this off first!" he whined, as though that were a proper reason in any way. He had been raised by healers, he knew better. Probably.

She dropped a little jar in front of him, filled with one of the goops he'd watched her make a while back. This was a different kind of goop though. She seemed very adamant about him eating it, so he stooped down carefully, hissing at the pain that shot down his left foreleg, and started scooping wads of paste from the jar and into his mouth. It tasted.. not horrible? Not really great, either. Needed some fat added in, for flavour. He'd suggest that when she stopped yelling at him, and his head stopped thumping like a tiny wolf was having a rave inside of his skull.

He sat back up to watch her start readying the next jar. There wasn't any goop this time, but some flowers in water. Oooh! Was she gonna make him drink tea? He liked tea. It was better than regular water, it tasted yummy. “This is going to hurt” she said simply, not bothering to look him in the eyes. The giant male groaned, more to himself than anything else. He was tired of stuff hurting! He was tired now, and he just wanted to lay down until everything stopped feeling like he'd been shitkicked by a herd of bison. Regardless, he sat as still as he could, and let her work. Sure enough, it definitely hurt. More of a stinging pain than anything, but it was enough to make him suck in a breath or two between his teeth. Once that was done, she bandaged up his chest with soft stuff. Oh, was it over now? Good. He was tired. Maybe Riva would cuddle with him, in exchange for making him feel bad about working hard to make sure everyone got fed.

Nope. Instead, he had to duck down and thump heavily onto his elbows so she could clean the blood from his forehead and face. That hurt too, and he was starting to feel stretched a little thin by it. A bit of goop on his head, and she began to put her things away. Okay, now it was definitely nap time. Crap, was he going to make it to his den from here for a nap? A sudden, swift blinding by Riva with a piece of reflective glass stopped his train of thought in its tracks. “Look at me closely, and don’t blink” she commanded in what he called the "I'm A Big Bad Healer, Don't Fuck With Me" voice. He grumbled to himself, but did as he was told. He wasn't swearing, no sir.

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