Do you believe in Ice or Fire

Her lip twitched at his uncertain answer. No, she really didn’t need his input into the nickname. It was hers now, for him. He was Iho. He looked a little impatient as he asked her if her idea was calling for her parents. She supposed he had reason to feel the need for hurry - blood was still leaking from his leg, and he couldn’t move it so long as the driftwood remained in place.

Dalila, bless her, appeared quickly and with supplies. She didn’t know the older girl well - if one day could even count as at all - but she was deferential, despite Kits age. Kitsune reached up to the tawny girl's cheek and gave it a quick kiss. “That was exactly what I needed, thank you”

Kitsune looked in the bag the other wolf had brought and scrunched up her nose again, wagging it at Iho. “Oh, no. My dad was going to kill the last patient I had, we don’t need his help.” She told him rather frankly. Not sharing the detail on how she had done the deed.

“Now, sit still and stop your squirming.” She ordered him. She pulled out the bandages, and the herbs. Pretending that she had any idea on what she was doing. She turned to Dalila “Will any of these herbs stop infection?” She asked as she gently prodded the skin next to the driftwood. Holding one of the bandages in one hand, she awkwardly began to wrap a tourniquet to slow his blood flow. Hopefully she wouldn’t kill this one...

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