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永程

"You can call me Bird. Of nowhere."

In truth, he was not really Bird. A passing companion had given him that name and Yong Cheng had took it for himself, living and growing with it. His name, he doubted, this wolf -- Sirius -- could pronounce easily. It was dual-toned and the syllables slipped around his mouth and tongue as if they were alive. His name flowed, much like water, and for this reason he always introduced himself as Bird. It was simply easier.

Sirius led, and Yong Cheng followed.

He tried to put himself into a healer's mind. He'd never had to work on anyone beside himself before. This was a pack wolf. What if he got it wrong, and the whole group came after him? No, no. He couldn't think like that.

Focus! Yong Cheng told himself, doing his best to ignore a new scent on the wind, blown in just as the behemoth creature stretched out. "Yes," he said instead, tone coloured serious. "That will do."

Carefully, he reached for the moss. It was dipped in clean, fresh water. When he pulled it out, Yong Cheng watched as the water ran from the moss and dripped back into its container -- it wasn't wasted, which was good. He dipped it in again, then held the dripping moss over Sirirus' wound, allowing the water to run over the injury. He repeated this a few times, so as not to contaminate the moss which he used to retrieve more water from the bowl.

Then, when most of the ash had been run away with the water, Yong Cheng dropped his head, picking up the bowl in his teeth. Carefully, he poured the rest of the water over Sirius' leg. His leg was immense, almost as long as Yong Cheng was tall. The water ran down from top to bottom, spilling along the sides until it was largely clean. But he still wanted to be sure.

With the still-wet moss, Yong Cheng began to carefully wipe away at the leg, removing any lingering dirt that he could see. He tried to stay at the surface; he trusted that anything in the wound itself would have been flushed out. Besides, he didn't know how clean the moss was; he didn't want to risk introducing anything to an open wound.

"Please," he gestured to Bast, then to the open bowl. "Fill that up for me."

Yong Cheng tried to ignore the fact that Bast was just a little shorter than he.

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