This didn't go to plan

Basilisk gave a soft, pained sigh. He hadn't wrestled the polar bear for nothing. But he could understand where Ollie was coming from. Sometimes, he forgot the limitations of the little wolves around him. “Alright.” He agreed, seeing that he had no choice but to comply. Oleander had been raised in a healers den, hopefully that meant he'd picked something up. 


“Have you had much healer training?” He asked the white wolf, but the answer came in action before words. The yearling stuffed herbs in his seeping wounds. He yelped and turned his head, bearing his teeth at the other wolf. Before he could demand what the hell he was doing, he explained that it would stop the bleeding. “I hope you know what you're doing,” he grouched. But he did get back to his paws with a groan, so he could follow the other back to his den.