mere mortals

The woman’s answer of being able to tend to her wounds and his st the same time didn’t receive much emotion at all - neither did anything, really. He didn’t even show he was in pain, aside from the obvious welts of blood that soaked his coat from the pulsating socket where his molar had been. Forcing himself to swallow back a gunk of blood in lieu of spitting it out, he cringed ever so slightly as his jaw pounded - it wasn’t broken, or else he wouldn’t be able to even open his mouth the way he was to communicate. He watched with cool chartreuse eyes as he lifted his head, watching the she-wolf pick some strange golden flower. It appeared she knew something about healing - persoanlly all Usagi saw were flowers he didn’t even know the names of. She knew their purposes in healing, it seemed - why else would she be picking them with a wounded shoulder?

Upon dropping the flowers, Usagi noticed her wince slightly, but decided not to comment in it anymore. What was done was done, he couldn’t reverse the damage the tiger did on her. She then looked to him, inquiring if she could look him over for his iwn injuries. Why not? Though he couldn’t say he was ever trustful of other wolves, but if she was asking, he wouldn’t blatantly refuse. He didn’t really know what to do for the bleeding, and she had the knowledge on it. So, he nodded, and opened his mouth to reveal the socket. The traumatic impact bruised the gums, forcing the molar out and causing a pool of blood to ebb from the hole. It would be hard to miss, with the swelling still an angry red.

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