Apprenticeship

Citadel frowned, wondering what part of his words were being misunderstood. Sometimes it was hard to be a child, and know you have big ideas and no idea how to express them. He frowned heavily, and applied the paste where he was told to. Spreading it carefully across the wound with the brush. He could be a little bit of a perfectionist sometimes, and it showed in the careful strokes. It was the only way he was able to walk in a straight line with his oversized paws, after all.

Finally, when he was done, he turned and looked up at the older wolf, and shook his head. “I don’t know where I explained wrong. I agreed that it’s your duty to do everything you can to save him. I never said that you should decide if he lives or dies. Only that if you can’t save him, his death could still serve another purpose.” He said at last.