Put On The Tea [Raid Healing]

*Desolate* · 04-21-2020, 06:08 PM

Desolate did his best to calm himself before he made it to the trees, knowing not only Abaven healers but Winterfell healers were gathered together to see to the wounded. Over and over he reminded himself that the raid was a friendly thing, Theory had told him so and he wanted to trust her word without hesitation regardless of how odd and wrong it all sounded. He had come into the raid with an open mind and left feeling less sure then he had back when he'd first approached Theory in fear over the coming brawl. Why had the wolf beneath him fought as if to kill? He couldn't shake the look in her eyes, and his heart pounded hard in his chest as the adrenaline began to subside. The yearling supposed he should be thrilled for winning his first two real fights, but it was hard to focus upon the victories while the agony in his face was there to remind him how bad it could have been.

While he had left the battlefield trying to look his fiercest - if only so the angry wolf wouldn't chase him down and try to murder him while he ran - he slunk into the healer's camp looking much less impressive. While her teeth had missed his eye the pain had radiated there regardless, and his left was squinted shut as he approached. The more his adrenaline wore off, the more his body hurt. Suddenly the ache in his chest returned and his limbs felt as tired as if they'd been supporting the weight of a moose and not a boy. It was hard not to look first towards the other wolves needing healing, to see how bad the other battles had turned. He spotted his first opponent, Greed, and tried to offer the man a smile. "I may have to take you up on your offer." If Greed had any fighting tricks to share, Desolate would gladly take them if it meant he'd have less chance of receiving a wound like this again.

Seeing Eulogy was harder than he could have ever imagined, and the newly minted warrior seemed to shrink under the weight of her gaze. His tail tucked itself low and his ears pulled back with shame. He hadn't joined the raid to punish her but now returning from the battlefield he felt the guilt as if he had. The yearling swallowed hard and stepped forward to place himself before her like a child who had been caught misbehaving. "Hi... mom." It was not a natural greeting for him having been so long without a parent. He stood awkwardly before her, craning his head to the side so she could see the damage. "You're a.. healer, right? Could you.."

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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