Armada Raid Healing

He waited impatiently for the warriors to return. Moreso his mother, but he'd take anyone to try and heal, honestly. Luckily for him, however, his mother was the first to come back and Ansem bounced excitedly to his feet as he watched her go to her supplies and called him over. He raced over as she called another pup, one much, much younger than he was, and as he approached, he could hear the angry rattling of something in the jar she had. "What is that!?" He questioned with wide eyes and brimming with curiosity. When he heard the winged boys question though, he scoffed. "My mom doesn't have any guts hangin' out! Dontcha know where guts are!?" He asked incredulously. He plopped his butt down on the ground, "They're somewhere right around here!" He said, pointing at his belly. He wore a smug look as he said that. Mama's dissection lessons were really paying off! "Didja win your fight ma? Give those dogs a mark to remember ya by?" He was curious! After all, he was hoping to go on the next raid, too!