Do you believe in Ice or Fire

Gotcha She thought, as her distraction was effective enough to leave him totally unprepared. She was a little regretful that she had done it just when he was saying something interesting - She had never gotten another nickname before. She wondered if he would remember what he had started to call her after this.

She stared in wide eyes as he began to thrash on the sand before her. Has she killed him?? Was he dying?? He was bleeding so much. In fact, until she locked down, she didn’t realise that blood had mingled with the vomit he had deposited on her chest earlier. And her forpaws were smeared with red.

It was very lucky that Dalila took over then. As much as Kit didn’t like relinquishing any control of her shipwrecker to the other wolf, she was calm and certain in a moment when Kit wanted to panic.

Now was the time to be squeamish, and Kit managed - heroically - to hold in her lunch while Dalila cleaned out the wound. She was glad when Iho slipped unconscious, it made it a lot easier to work on him. “I would.” she agreed, lip trembling slightly as she held onto her family's decorum with all of her might. She grabbed the dandelion as the more knowledgeable healer instructed, and applied it. At least she could identify that, and horsetail, and bandages of course. Her paw was shaking as she finally wrapped up the wound, and she was all but daring Dalila in her mind to call her out on it.

She wiped a paw over her brow, spreading blood across her face, and grimaced. “Can you help me wash up, please, Dalila?” she asked gently. What on earth was she going to do with Iho?

"Speech"