Take two aspirin and insult me in the morning

*Miksa* · 08-24-2015, 02:21 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

If he expected coddling or gentleness about the raid and the condition he was returning in, MIksa was sorely disappointed. The first words the Threar wolf spoke were not kind or soft or even remotely sensitive to what had happened, but were blunt and hurt somewhat in their own right. The brow over Miksa's yellow eyes furrowed more into a dismal, almost pitiful look, his tan ears threatening to fall back against his head. He had not given much thought to how he might look after everything that happened, but the description seemed fitting for how he felt. Still, it stung a little to hear someone say it so pointedly.

His suspicion that the blunt wolf was there to provide care for those coming off the battlefield was confirmed as the wolf questioned what his wounds were, warning him not to leave anything out or else it would go untreated. Not that Miksa had been inclined to hide anything that had happened to him - he very much wanted any assistance for all of his injuries that he could get - but the prompting helped to get him talking right away instead of awkwardly tiptoeing around the issues as he finally came to a stop. "This," he stated, turning his head slightly to the right to expose the bite wound he had taken to the left side of his jawline. Even that movement was enough to make him wince as it smarted. "My paw," he added, dropping his gaze to his suspended left forepaw and the scrapes across the tops of his toes, "and my shoulder." While the bite and scrapes were obvious, he was unsure about the state of his shoulder. It no longer ached as much as it had when the Yfir wolf had wrenched it in place, but he was afraid of awakening that pain again and continued to treat that leg gingerly.

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