Ouchie Bleedies

After the raid he had retreated back to his den. He knew he should probably have gone to the falls to help with any healing that needed to be done since that was where the majority of the pack was bound to gather as they retreated home, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The more they fought, the more he saw his family and pack injured, the more he couldn't bear it. It was one thing to heal someone injured by a force of nature, an accident, or wild predator, but to see others so willingly attack and disfigure one another over... what? He wasn't even sure. He hadn't even been able to bring himself to fight–instead bowing out the moment one of their opponents attacked him, turning back toward home without knowing what the outcome was. He was ashamed of himself at that, but also angry that he was put in that situation to begin with.

He was still in his den when he heard a familiar bark from outside, the sound making his ears perk with recognition. The thought crossed his mind to lay quiet and still in hopes that his mother might think he wasn't home or that maybe he was asleep so she might leave him be, but the iron smell of blood reached him on the slight breeze that blew into the den and he knew why she was here. With a quiet sigh he uncurled himself from his bed and grabbed a few of his supplies before he slipped out into the sunlight, his brow creasing with concern when he saw the injuries across her face and muzzle. "Mom..." He quickly put down the bag of herbs and bandages he kept at the ready most of the time so that he could get a closer look, inspecting the wounds and deciding the best way to treat them before he started pulling out the herbs he'd need. "Why are you out here and not back at the falls with the others?" he questioned as he worked, glancing down with a thankful nod to his companion as Copper brought out a few clean rags from his den.

"Dorian"