It's time

He raised a brow at the unfamiliar deity she called upon as she appraised him. He didn’t care how experienced she was, he just needed a nimble set of paws to bandage him up. If she knew how to sew, that would be an unexpected bonus. He knocked aside a random collection of rocks in his way, and took a seat, swallowing a groan. Kyanite had been out for blood, and she’d got him good. He hadn’t let any of the wolves attendance see just how good, considering half of them had been on her side.

“You’ll play doctor for a day if you know what's good for you. Come here” he said again, beckoning her closer. “A wolf tried to take my throne today.” He explained, as he unhooked the bag from Orso’s antlers. The deer was so short, he could reach them from his sitting position with ease. He tossed the bag on the floor, careless enough that some of the contents spilled out. “You know how to sew? If not, there's some bandages in there, they’ll be good enough.”


"Basilisk Fatalis"