Hail the conquering hero

Wylan’s cavalier attitude towards his casual bleeding made Marina roll her eyes with an exasperated sigh. Boys were incorrigible… How he and Ollie had survived out in the woods on their own without a lady’s touch was a mystery to her, but she supposed if there was ever someone who was going to survive and defy all odds, it would be the Fatalis boys. "Just... hold still, okay? It's hard enough reaching all of you when you're so big." The smaller wolf listened while Wylan regaled her with tales of his raid battles, doing her best to cover his wounds in the antiseptic salve while he stubbornly continued to move about, showing off where he'd gotten bitten and clawed. All Marina could do was roll her eyes and hold back the frustrated grumble.

Marina wouldn't begrudge the Fatalis boy for being excited though; this was his first real raid, and it sounded like this was what the Armada did. Fight other packs for the hell of it. It sounded like he'd done well, so she'd let him have his moment of triumph and excitement without being a downer. "Well, look at you go, tough guy. Hail the conquering hero," she teased him gently, finishing up with the salve and moving on to wrapping his larger wounds in clean bandages to help keep dirt and debris out, and to prevent him from bleeding all over the floors. Hearing that the other pack's alpha decimated Basilisk though did bring a wicked little smile to Marina's face. Ahh, the schadenfreude... She hoped he was hurting right now. "I'm glad you had a good time and you're mostly unharmed." Finishing up with her wrappings around his wing joint where the other wolf had gotten a good bite in, Marina began a quick inspection over him for any other wounds. "Anything else hurt while I'm at it?"

"Marina"