The Usual (Post-Raid Healing)

Kane had been fast asleep when the alert of invaders went off. He sprung up from the bed, but it took his brain a moment to process what was happening. He realized two things very quickly: this was not a drill and Tamsyn was not in bed with him. Panic gripped his heart, and the giant dire hurried out of the bedroom in time to see Artorias leading a group of Vanguards down the stairs and into the fray. He ran to the far corridors and peered out the windows, spying the carnage just outside the castle walls. Though it was dark, the braziers on the gatehouse lit up enough of the field for him to spy the silhouette of Tamsyn fighting some larger woman, going at her like her life depended on it. An instinctive urge to rush out and help her gripped his heart, but he knew he was next to useless in a fight. He'd likely just get in the way and distract her with worry over him.

He might not be very good in a fight, but Kane knew how else he could help out. Turning and making his way down the stairs, the massive wolf made for the infirmary, finding the space already bustling with activity. The other wolves were already preparing first aid kits as Syanna prepared work stations for each of the medics. With a gerund and a nod to the smaller wolves around him, Kane began to grab some bowls to fill with water to help clean any wounds the pack’s fighters might sustain. He just prayed to the Moon and Stars that nobody ended up grievously injured.

"Kaneonuskatew"