What Wonders The Night Holds

Strix watches the stranger with concern lingering in his mismatched gaze. The metallic tag of blood is on the air and he feels responsible for the other’s injury. Luckily, they see this as an opportunity to learn how to clean and fix the wound and the smaller boy gives the other a wag of his tail while saying, “Of course! My name is Strix, by the way.”

A friendly smile is given as Strix gently takes the injured paw in his own. His touch is light and gentle as he says, “Well, first thing we need to do is determine the extent of the injury and what tools we will need. Okay, I am going to gently poke some areas, tell me if it hurts.”

Looking to them for permission to continue, Strix then uses his toes to softly prod the areas around where the blood is. While he works, he explains, “I am trying to determine if this is just going to be a bad bruise or if any of the bones where broken. There, how does that feel?” One last light prod is given to the toes near the site of the wound.


"Strix Klein"