This is my life meow

Ollie dryly chuckled at the idea of girls loving scars. Not that there were any in the pack he could pick up anytime soon. They were either related to him, older than him, or Ignita. And he wasn't going to touch Bas's personal slave with a ten-foot stick.

He winced silently as the scratches were cleaned, and flicked an ear at his brother when he suggested only one needed stitches. "Oh g-goody, m-mmy first...stitches..." He'll know what he puts his patients through now. Hopefully Wylan could work around his flinches.

"Speech"