ouch, that one hurt

Blood trailed down from his right shoulder. His paw held gently off the ground as he limped back to the isle's main building. Wincing every time he took a step, the Raid King hopped up the steps and brushed his large frame through the doorway. Glancing around the large foyer with the crackling fire, he wondered if anyone was around. Sakana? Rivin? Modesty? One of the pups, maybe? Not that he should be trusting the new litter to be patching him up yet, he would take what he could get. Moving slowly over the slick tile, Gil stretched out on his right side so that the wound on his left shoulder was seen clearly. Tilting his muzzle to the sky, he lets out a howl to request the aid of a healer.