I’m not cut out for this

Ollie nods as his name is introduced and moves forward when he's bidden to tend to the newcomer. It was always later with Bas, thankfully his stitches were healing well, except for the few that had been reopened during the bear attack.

"All right, let's see what we can do here," Ollie said, opening the kit and looking the mossy wolf over, he'd be excellent at camouflage and hide and seek in the mile high woods.

"Cat got ya pretty good, I say." The yearling remarked, his viridian eyes grazed over the browns and greens of the other, his own white pelt a stark contrast. "Any other cuts and scratches? Can you show me where else it hurts?" he asked cordially with some warmth.

"Speech"