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Atreus couldn't help the soft, pained growl that rumbled in his chest when his mother began scrubbing some greasy substance into his wounds. It felt like she was digging around in there, though he could see she was just packing it with whatever that grease was. He could smell honey, and wax, but otherwise he had no idea what all the scents emitting from that stuff indicated. It made him want to sneeze, though, that was for sure. At least it would help him heal faster, so he wouldn't be held back by it. He breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she stopped, but grunted when she pressed a new pad down on the wounds to hold it in place while she started winding the leather wrap around him. It was kind of funny to see his much-smaller mother balancing against his shoulder while she reached up and over him with her paws and mouth to drop the leather on one side and catch it underneath with each wrap. She'd have a much easier time if she had "hands" like Zeejay, but it was a rare sort of mutation for wolves. Zeejay would probably be much better at it, but then again Zeejay would never be useful for anything other than healing anyway, so she was lucky she happened to have the hands for it.