Times a changing, I'm a losing

Rummaging around in his cache Kassander came up with a pawful of kelp first, which he pushed gently toward the male. "Chew it up and swallow it, please, it will help replenish your nutrients until I finish tending your wounds and can hunt for you." He'd left the salt on it when he'd dried it, so it would help with his electrolyte levels in addition to the iron it ordinarily provided. As he continued to pull out herbs (comfrey, plantain, echinacea, goldenseal, lambs-ear, and a dab of pitch on a stick) he listened to the male as he introduced himself and told a bit of his story. "I am sorry to hear that," he said slowly when the male had wound down. "I myself was kidnapped as a pup, though my captivity was not so bad as this," he indicated the wounds. He added the echinacea to the kelp for the male to swallow, then set himself to chewing thoroughly the comfrey, plantain, and goldenseal into a paste. "I know an Armada," he continued after he had spit the paste into his paw to begin smearing over the wounds. His heart tripped a little at the thought of the gray and tan male, of the bright green eyes. He owed an awful lot of what he was as an alpha to that very brief encounter... "His name is Drashiel. Are you related?" With the wounds thoroughly coated he pressed the lambs-ear leaves against the paste and sealed the edges with the pitch. It'd be awful to clean that out of Vereaux's fur when the time came but he'd come to learn after some experimentation that it was the best way to keep the poultice on and the wounds clean when the wolf was likely to be moving around.