Ouchie

After their fight with the leopard seal, the duo had left the frozen wasteland in search of a more desirable place to rest. A few miles south, there were slightly warmer territories that bordered the submerged woods. Places where there weren’t several feet of snow to wade through, which was a relief. Once they arrived, a sense of relief rolled through his body as his paws met soil that was littered with small patches of snow. But he was still angry they hadn’t been able to eat the seal after they killed it.

His gaze shifted to Aresenn, who had been favoring the leg that was attacked during the fight. It was bloody, swollen, and would only get worse if he didn’t do something about it. “You’ve got a little scratch there.” He taunted with a smirk, not waiting for his reaction before he took off to sniff out some herbs. It's not that he really cared about Aresenn’s wound or maybe he did, deep down, hell, his leg could fall off, and Sephiran would probably try to eat it. He just didn’t want to pass up an opportunity to work on his healing skills.

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