This is my life meow

Wylan looked over at his brother in concern as he clearly grew weaker. Likely the adrenaline had been hiding what the white wolf was feeling, and it was hitting him now. Watching for a moment to make sure his brother wasn’t about to pass out, he moved to the other wolf's side. He got to work, starting with cleaning the wounds. He was gentle, but merciless. He knew an infection was far worse than a scratch. In fact, it was usually the infection that killed you. Once he was sure the wounds were clean, he got to work. Checking what would need stitches, and what would just need to be bound.

“You’ll definitely get a cool star. Girls love scars, right?” he asked, keeping his voice light as he worked. The hard part of learning to be a healer was seeing the people you loved in pain. “Almost done, and then you can bundle up in bed” He suggested. Cleaning was going to suck, but there was no way he was dragging Ollie through it now. “Looks like just this scratch will need stitches”


"Wylan Fatalis"