Everything has a place

Gwynevere gave him a worried glance when he mentioned the giant wolf he had fought, frowning as she fought back any scolding she might have done for fighting an opponent like that on his own. She knew that he'd probably hear enough of that from momma when she found out. It did make her feel a little relieved when he informed her that the big wolf was gone and as much as she was angry with him for ending up in this shape in the first place and running into such a dangerous fight, she had to be at least a little bit impressed. They were getting older, certainly, but they weren't fully grown yet and there was still lots for all of them to learn. The fact that he even got back to the castle in one piece was a feat.

Putting all of that to the back of her mind for now, she brought the last of her supplies over to the mattress he had laid on and started examining his wounds while Eilwen fluttered down beside her with a bowl grasped in her talons, taking off again a moment later to retrieve a water skin that was laying on a nearby shelf. Gwyn gently lifted Art's muzzle with her paw and turned his head so she could get a better look at the cuts on his cheek. With a hum she turned away after a moment and picked out a small piece of meadowsweet from the pile of herbs beside her, placing it in front of him. "Eat this," she instructed before turning her attention to the bowl and water Eilwen had gathered.

She filled the bowl with water before dipping a piece of cloth in and soaking it. "Lay on your side with her cheek facing up, please," she requested, though there wasn't much "request" in her tone and much more direction. She didn't often feel confident in herself or her knowledge, but in this sort of situation she wasn't really given an opportunity to doubt herself which was probably for the best. Once he had done as she asked, she wrapped the wet cloth around her paw and then began gently wiping over the wound and over the fur around it, carefully cleaning the whole area so that the blood dried around it wouldn't interfere with her treatments.

Occasionally she would swirl her paw around in the water to rinse off some of what was being soaked up by the cloth, soon turning the vessel the same dark red color. Once she was satisfied she picked up the bowl and walked over to his back leg, wrapping a fresh cloth around her paw and beginning the process all over again. She didn't talk while she worked, too focused on what she was doing to think of anything to say. Her brow was furrowed slightly with focus and her mint and lavender eyes were studying the wounds with unwavering attention. She wasn't quite to the point where all of this came super easily and she didn't want to accidentally hurt him somewhere along the way.

"Gwynevere" | "Eilwen"