The Usual (Post-Raid Healing)

Kane was passing out bowls of water to each of the warriors as they entered the infirmary for treatment. He was glad to see that many of them had returned without sustaining much injury. The raiders must have been ill-prepared or terribly uncoordinated for the Hallows to repel them so easily, but he was thankful for that. It would mean there wouldn't be much mending needed. Giving a bowl of water to Lillith and Romulus as they walked by, the tribal wolf lifted bright hazel eyes to spot the familiar form of his little blackbird making her way over to him. Kane's heart nearly leapt up into his throat as he hurried to grab one of the triage kits, unwrapping it in preparation for Tamsyn. She was walking fine, which meant that her legs hadn't been injured. But he didn't know what sort of injuries she'd sustained until she got closer to his side.

The dire wolf set a bowl of water down for her to drink from while he looked her over, noting the lacerations on her muzzle. They weren't very deep, and though they seeped thin rivulets of blood, wouldn't require more than an antiseptic and a bandage. He returned her kiss and began to gather up his supplies, an antiseptic ointment and gauze to start. "Here comes the General, returning in glory from vanquishing her foes," he teased her gently while he dabbed some ointment on his paw, then began to apply it to her cuts. "This will sting a little, so I am sorry in advance." Once he'd applied the salve, Kane took the bandage and pressed it to her wounds, letting the ointment act as a pseudo adhesive to keep it in place over her cuts. "Now, tell Doctor Kane what else needs attention."

"Kaneonuskatew"