he's not even the most competent healer in the room

Despite the small nap, Kestrel was still feeling too beaten up to put up much of a fight when the healer began his work. The young male’s first instruction wasn’t questioned, but perhaps it should have been. The other wolf suddenly pushed something cold and odd into his gums. Kes frowned but didn’t immediately pull away. He’d never heard of that tactic before, but he couldn’t really protest it.

He sniffed at the offered medicine, the idea of relief from the pain was far too tempting to deny. He took some of the drug and chewed on it thoughtfully. Before he was done, the orange wolf was already moving on. Cleaning at his wounds, which were layered in salt. Kes grimaced a couple times, but didn’t complain. “Thanks, I’m Kestrel” He said after a moment. Knowing the use of supplies on him was no small thing.


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