Is it the end?

With careful and practiced paws, Kane managed to stitch Rudy's wound closed on his leg, snipping the thread with sharp saber teeth, then applying a topical astringent to keep the wound clean. Gwynevere had already begun to clean and tend to his head wound, and Kane moved to assist her. Together, the two healers alternated holding a cloth to stem the flow of blood while the other stitched up the gash in his head. Kane didn't notice any signs of bone fragments in the wound, so as bad as it looked, it didn't seem like he'd fractured his skull. The world was tedious given the thin nature of the skin on the skull, but together they managed to seal all of Rudy's wounds. All the while, Kane had been watching Tamsyn hold her son's paw and plead for him to wake up. Unfortunately, the boy remained unresponsive.

Rudy's head was stitched and Kane helped Gwyn wrap fresh gauze around his head to keep the wound clean. Once they were done, Gwyn began to clean up while Kane shifted over to sit beside Tam and watch. Despite her begging and coaxing and sweet words, Rudy's eyes didn't even flutter. His breathing was stable, and when he checked his pupil again it was still responsive, but the young wolf was out cold. The blow to his head must have rattled his brain enough to render him unconscious—but for how long remained to be seen.

"I don't think he's coming around yet, Tam," said Kane, resting a supportive paw on her shoulder. "We just need to let him rest. He'll come back once his body is ready." He glanced to her still bleeding shoulder then, his concerned expression deepening. "Let me look at your shoulder." It wasn't a question or a request. Large paws turned Tam to face him while he inspected the wounds on her shoulder. They weren't deep, but they certainly weren't minor scratches. "He's going to be okay, Tamsyn," he spoke softly once more, trying to reassure her while he began to wipe away the blood from her wound and fur with a damp cloth.

"Kaneonuskatew"