Armada Raid Healing

Wylan · 08-31-2023, 12:14 AM

As the yearling wolf came over, he also happened to have knowledge that Wylan didn’t. The winged pup looked up at Ansem with excitement and amazement as he told Wylan exactly where guts were. (But not what guts were). His eyes immediately moved over Aris to look at her belly. Sadly, she didn’t have any injuries there, so he couldn’t learn anything more about guts today. “I don’t know what guts are! But dad says I have them” he said proudly, his tail wagging. The smug expression Ansem wore didn’t put a dent in his enthusiasm at all. If anything, he liked Ansem already. He knew about guts.

As Aris began the lesson, he obediently turned his attention to her words. Putting aside the topic of guts with some reluctance. As she shoved the jar in his paws and told him to pour it over the wounds, his expression became very businesslike. His brows furrowed, and his tongue poked out at the corner of his muzzle. He raised himself up, leaning against Aris and spreading his wings behind him for balance. He started to pour the jar over the wound, careful to cover every bit of it.

A pair of tongs was handed to Ansem and he watched excitedly to see what ‘this part’ entailed. His excitement growing as she grabbed the angry jar. As Aris addressed him as ‘kid’, he smiled at her “I’m Wylan!” He said (again. He was a persistent child). He grabbed for her wound, tugging at the edges with clawed paws. His clumsy paws were likely not nearly as gentle as they could have been, but he tried. His eyes were on the jar and Ansem instead of his paws and the wound he held. His eyes grew bigger as Ansem started to grab a bug out of the jar. His wiggling tail told the world it wasn’t fear that had his attention so thoroughly caught.

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