Old scars on an old wolf

He stood still as Crux cleaned the wound. Watching his son use his paw, as he'd forgotten anything absorbent to clean the wounds with. The Warlord kept the amusement off his expression, knowing it would only offput his child. "Forgo the sedation, I prefer to keep my wits about me unless I break something' he informed Crux.


Seeing the stress on the boys expression he shifted his weight and reached out a paw, tapping his son's foot twice in a gentle motion. "Stop, breath, and think. There's nothing life threatening going on, you can take a moment to centre yourself" he advised, his voice gentle.