Hail the conquering hero

Marina heard the clatter and thudding of large paws coming up the treehouse and her ears perked, her head snapping around from her work in their pantry of herbs to see a flash of blue and black through the doorway. Wylan was home. Abandoning her task to go and greet her master, Marina was taken aback when the giant wolf was suddenly rushing to her, the pair almost colliding around a doorway. He had stripped of his armor already and was talking a mile a minute. It took Marina a moment for her brain to catch up to her, staring wide-eyed up at the disheveled dire wolf while he regaled her on his battles in the raid.

While he was practically rambling, Marina watched with shock and horror as fresh blood dripped from the ends of his fur, some of it matted in places where the lacerations on his body had been bleeding on his march back home. "Wylan, you're bleeding all over the place!" she all but snapped at him, dainty paws swiftly moving her behind the giant wolf and ushering him with gentle pushes to his backside toward their medicine cabinet.

"Sit," she instructed him while she hurried to grab some bandages and some antiseptic ointment. She returned to him and dabbed some of the ointment onto her paws, surveying his massive body for the cuts. "I'm very glad you won your fights and had fun, now hold still. You can tell me all about it while I patch you up." Cautious violet eyes glanced up at him as she added, "This is going to sting a bit. Sorry." Then Marina began to apply the antiseptic to his cuts, knowing it would hurt like a bitch now, but would prevent infection and illness later. A necessary evil of being a medic.

"Marina"