One man's trash

This pesky sliver was no match for him. At least that's what he told the tiny Selene before it became abundantly clear that the sliver wasn't his only opponent.

As soon as he got within an inch of it she was screaming and writhing and doing her best to get away from him. It took both him and Ignita to get her still enough to find the damn thing in the girls paw. That was when Larimar showed up and made it obvious Ollie was needed elsewhere. Well, he was sure the Warlord would understand that he was tending to his slippery daughter who hated him just as much as sitting still. No amount of cooing or distracting was consoling her. Finally, the thing that seemed to break through was Ignita's soft explanation of what needed to happen. Once it was thoroughly explained the girl even curled up and stretched her paw up in the air and squeezed her eyes tightly.

Finally, the giant sliver in her tiny pink pad was fished out by careful exasperated raccoon paws among some more screaming and squirming but they got it, Ollie needed to sit on her at one point.

Blowing through his lips when he had a chance to turn away from them he couldn't help but exchange an eye-roll with his dextrous companion. He finally trotted back to the clinic where Larimar led him.

After a shake of his fur, he came through the door and shrugged off his kit.

He heard the small voice of the stranger talk about not being able to run and sniff and picked up his inner clinic kit while he strolled over to the looming form of Basilisk and what he was going to assume was his new slave. An... Ignita colored slave... Interesting. He gave the warlord a respectful nod.

"Hmmm..." He said plopping down the kit, "Can you tell me more about you not running and sniffing?" He asked without introducing himself, and invading her space by looking into her ears and eyes.
"Speech"