Apprenticeship

Citadel blinked in surprise at the open honesty from the white healer. The Trauma Specialist laid it all out before them, leaving nothing in the shadows. Yes. He absolutely wanted to be the strongest. That need to prove himself drove him into a lot of trouble, though he wouldn't easily admit to it.

Oleander led him towards a bed, and he raised a paw to poke at the other wolf, before the white wolf's words sunk in and he pulled his paw back. Right. Probably best not to get off on the wrong paw moments after starting this... apprenticeship.

Citadel instead leaned forward, curiously studying the badly wounded wolf. He clearly wasn’t squeamish about their wounds, and looked at the damage without any hesitation. Sadly, most of it was already wrapped, so he couldn’t see the full extent. After a moment however, Oleander pulled the wrapping back and started to apply something stinky. “Is that muscle?” Citadel asked curiously, pointing with his nose towards the wound. Wondering if Oleander would teach him all about the insides of this man.