Don't ask why

Oleander was ready to move with the help of companions. His little sister bundled up in the stretcher. He glanced at her prone body, worried that she hadn’t seemed to have so much as twitched since all this happened. “Alright.” He said to Oleander, though the trouble the scents on his coat might cause seemed insignificant now.

He had a very quick dip, enough to wash away smells but not much else, before shaking off and trotting quickly after Oleander. They arrived at the infirmary, and the healer got another wolf to move a bed closer. Cit climbed into that bed, still damp, and perched there looking at his sister.


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