Frith only had minimal training in field medicine though he did see the advantage in not moving with such a wound. The fact that it had not yet closed was alarming, but he'd been quite active up to that point. No wonder the wound hadn't closed yet. As he walked he realized the toll the wound had taken on him. As they left the other wolves he would begin to pant heavily, exhaustion beginning it's journey to his door. He didn't realize he could be so thankful for Sorrel to stop, as he was given another order he was hardly going to fight against it.
Frith would flop down on his side, the wound on the other side very much exposed now. He'd find his gaze linger on the hole in his side, it was ugly by now. Dirt mixed with blood and fur, Sorrel certainly had his work cut out for him. Before he knew it Sorrel's companion was there with them, not that he lingered for very long. It sounded as though he was off to gather a couple of herbs. Frith would watch the bird disappear, his dual colored eyes back to his nephew. "So what do you think, doctor? Will I live?" He'd cringe at the words, the pain in his side only rising as he spoke.
