Save Your Breath

Having seen to the little bits and pieces of patching and soothing that he could at the party, the incessant squawking of his lapwing finally caught his attention. Following the bird away shortly after Scald had retreated to who knows where, the scent of blood was all it took for him to track the provoker down, "Ah, fershitsake old man, what am I meant to do about this?!" Sakana stalked up to the red wolf, struggling to differentiate the gaping wound from the red of his vibrant coat. He pulled a face to look at the wound and wondered if he was even up to the task. He wasn't even sure he could get the edges to meet neatly enough to sew it closed... If that was even something he was willing to experiment with right now.

Puffing out his cheeks to stop his teeth from chattering he exhaled slowly through almost pursed lips, blowing a little raspberry at the end. "Kay, well, first things first, this is gonna hurt like fuck." He took a bottle of high proof alcohol an sloshed it on the wound, ready to dodge any gnashing teeth that might fly his way. He would offer what was left of the bottle to the old man once the wound was clean... Ah, what the fuck was he supposed to do with this?