Sunburns are Aloe

The light cry of a young pup rang out in the crisp Armada air. The Warlord paused his patrolling, tilting his head to listen to the high-pitched sound. A howl formed in a young wolf's throat. He smirked, until he realised the cry was for ‘Io, Mumma, or maybe puppa or anyone?’ Puppa wanted to be the wolf called for, of course. He was a jealous, possessive, doting parent, after all.

Turning from his patrol, he hiked through the grasses and found his tinsy boy. lying in the grass with the scent and smearing of plant juice. Sirius leaned forward to plant a kiss on one each horn-bud and nudged the boy over, inspected the burnt belly. Someone had taught him something, because Sirius reckoned it was Aloe that the young pup had smeared on himself. That would be io’s influence, even some rudimentary healing had rubbed off on the Warlord.

“Well. I guess I’ll have to go bite the sun after this, teach it for biting my boy.’ he teased “Did you need help smearing the rest of this on?”