Known all too well.

clever tyrants are never punished

♛

⌠ although widow wasn't on the best of terms with the dunamis, he wouldn't put that in between helping a former packmate. Mae had been a sweet yearling. "Of course." he assured her without hesitance, coming to close their distance as he didn't want her straining any further. he sat near her then if she allowed it, his nose sniffing the wound some more as he looked closely at it. her gash was large and still dirty. so first, he needed to clean it.

seating himself near her leg, he grabbed his vodka bottle from the satchel that now sat on the terrain. "I need to disinfect it with alcohol. this is usually best for any raw wounds that are fresh as yours is. brace for the sting." he warned briefly, bringing the vodka bottle up to view before pouring it onto her leg with skillfully steady paws. "try to hold still." ⌡



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