Don't You Know, That Misery Loves Company

Strix gives him a smile and Bancha can't help but smile back. His tail wags against the dirt and grass on the ground as his head tilts to the side. Mites? Bancha blinks a few times, shaking his head to say no, he hadn't. "Papa has mentioned fleas, but not mites," the pup responds, his brow furrowing slightly. What were mites? Is that what was bothering him?

Bancha notices then that Strix pats the ground beside him with a paw, he knows what that means. Obedient and willing to appease those older than him, Bancha scoots over close to Strix so that he can really see what the man was doing. Looking down at the bowl presented to him, he turns a floppy ear toward Strix to listen closely. He watches the water ripple from the bowl being moved until Strix says that the mites were in his ears. A gasp leaves him as he turns his face upward with wide eyes. "In your ears?" He whispers incredulously, worried suddenly for his packmate that clearly was in some sort of pain.

He watches though as Strix points at the heavy metal pot that is being heated by the fire. Listening carefully, Bancha stays quiet as the Strix explains what he is going to do with the water. It sounded interesting and Bancha was more than eager to help anyone who needed it. "Oh of course, I would love to help!" Bancha's tail goes waving again as he looks up from the warming pot toward Strix who smiles down at him. "Are you sure the water won't hurt you?" He asks, care and empathy alight in his aqua eyes as he looks from Strix to the pot and then back again.

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