All Washed Up

Why could no one need him need him during the day? Mojito was roused from his sleep, his daughter tucked at his chest. Tira was spending much of her time with him while her mother was away and some part of the young man wasn't certain he'd be able to sleep peacefully once she went back to her mother's den. But for now it meant that when his alpha called for him he had to try and figure out how to remove himself from his nest without waking the young girl. Hoa was roused from his own corner of the hut and Mojito quickly grabbed some basic herbs: Dandelions, Meadowsweet and Yarrow, common herbs that could cover pain and bleeding... Without knowing what he was about to walk into the man wasn't about to potentially waste the more precious of his herbs. Hoa could easily return to get something more specialized.

So it was under these circumstances that Mojito arrived at the shore, giving a quick but respectful nod to his Warlord as he moved past Sirius to look at the small man on the sand. The man spoke with a thick brogue, Sirius already clearly having asked how it was the man had ended up in his drenched state. Mojito was too young to recognize his cousin and even if he had he would have done his best to put aside his disdain for the Kleins at least until his work was done. Was washing ashore something he needed to be better prepared for? Mojito glanced at the big fluff ball of a cat for a moment before he set about nosing gently at the man. "Hey, I know it's hard but I'm going to need you to stay awake for a bit longer." He said voice soft but firm as the man seemed to deflate a little after his story. "Outside of muscle stiffness do you have any other pain?" As Moijito nosed at the man's thick drenched fur he would occasionally rub the man's skin with his paws, gently trying to coax the blood to flow again and start trying to warm him back up. He glanced up at the cat again. "If you have the energy for it I recommend trying to groom yourself, it'll help to warm yourself back up." He said to the feline, ready to also poke and prod him if he'd let the young man.

Then he quickly glanced over at his companion. "Hoa if you could get two bowls of water, drinkable, please." The sheep nodded before trotting back towards the hut. It would be important to make sure these two weren't dehydrated, especially if any of the salt water had been ingested. Then he turned his attention back to slowly warming the man and checking him for open wounds, everything else he'd leave to the Warlord.



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