He stepped away from the raid after being bested by the much larger Armadan. Never had he seen a wolf so big outside of the strange dires that had come across the ice bridge. Was he one of them? A stray that had refused to go home? No...he smelled like Sirius. Definitely one of his. The blue and black beast had torn away a strip of flesh from his backside. Avenging the woman whom Ignis had scarred, he was sure. The reaction he had gotten from the bastard told the crimson male all he needed to know. That woman was in some way, dear to the young male. And that small bit of information alone was stored away in his mind. Probably useful knowledge he could use in the future. Retreating further into Hollows' territory, he began to feel the adrenaline wear off and the piercing, stinging pain of his wounds. His legs were growing shaky from the pain now, so the male settled down just several yards from his den as each movement brought a new wave that he did his best to breathe through. OOC// Ignis had a good chunk of flesh stripped from his back like a peeled potato lol "Ignis"||"Blödhgarm"

Having seen to the little bits and pieces of patching and soothing that he could at the party, the incessant squawking of his lapwing finally caught his attention. Following the bird away shortly after Scald had retreated to who knows where, the scent of blood was all it took for him to track the provoker down, "Ah, fershitsake old man, what am I meant to do about this?!" Sakana stalked up to the red wolf, struggling to differentiate the gaping wound from the red of his vibrant coat. He pulled a face to look at the wound and wondered if he was even up to the task. He wasn't even sure he could get the edges to meet neatly enough to sew it closed... If that was even something he was willing to experiment with right now.

Puffing out his cheeks to stop his teeth from chattering he exhaled slowly through almost pursed lips, blowing a little raspberry at the end. "Kay, well, first things first, this is gonna hurt like fuck." He took a bottle of high proof alcohol an sloshed it on the wound, ready to dodge any gnashing teeth that might fly his way. He would offer what was left of the bottle to the old man once the wound was clean... Ah, what the fuck was he supposed to do with this?

"Ah, fershitsake old man, what am I meant to do about this?!" His good ear folded back as he groaned and turned his head to the side, dirt sliding with the motion as one of Sparrow's had found him. Great. The Raiders were short on healers, that he knew. Rivin hadn't even offered her help, but he didn't blame her...all things considered. Ignis hardly had time to protest any help before the kid spoke up again. "Kay, well, first things first, this is gonna hurt like fuck." "Go away, I don't need your h-" His words were cut off as soon as the alcohol touched his open wound, causing the red male to yelp in pain right before his head swung toward Sakana, teeth snapping together as he reached for the boy out of reflex. His heart hammered in his chest from the ordeal. Then again...he wouldn't have had to deal with this if he didn't keep doing the shit he did. "Give me..that!" He hissed between labored breaths. Walk ---- "Ignis" ---- "Blödhgarm" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

He was lucky he didn't make much of a target, and he cautiously thrust the bottle at the red man before digging through the small bag of supplies he had dragged with him. It was such a bitch of a spot to get anything to stick to, and the young boy grumbled under his breath to send his bird to go find Friar. He'd eventually have to track down some sort of fingered companion of his own but for right now, he thought his mum was probably too shitfaced to notice if he borrowed hers.

Until some sort of fingered companion arrived to assist with the bandages though, Sakana pulled out a small ball of yellow tacky paste and wordlessly offered it to the old man, hoping it might knock him out. If it wasn't such a pain in the ass to process he'd be less belligerent about offering it up, but it took so many flower pods, and scratching and dripping and drying to even get this tiny amount.

Next he pulled out a poultice, ground together with marigold, comfrey and aloe. It would keep the wound clean and moist, and hopefully prevent too many germs from getting in. Hopefully it would also take some of the bite out of it, while the prospective healer figured out if he wanted to dress the wound and leave it open to heal on its own, or if there was enough give in the flesh that was left to stitch it closed... Y'know what he really needed right now? Fish skin. He'd have another job for his bird once it was back.

The boy thrust the bottle at him as if he were a wild animal he was trying not to get bit by. Good. Better safe than sorry at this moment in time. While Ignis wouldn't willingly bite off a piece of his packmate, but in this state? With as much pain as he was in? Safe to say anything was a possibility. He greedily and hastily snatched that bottle up like it was his lifeline and chugged like it was his last drink. Since he had joined Sparrow's crew, he had grown fond of the drink (much like most of the others, he was sure). But at least this time, he had a proper excuse for it. Not that he needed an excuse to drink, but it helped to have one regardless. He would wait for the booze to do its godly work (which he was sure it wouldn't take too long now), and dropped the bottle to his side. Sighing, he looked at the boy holding out a weird yellow paste. "What do you want me to do with that? He questioned with narrowed eyes. While he figured the kid wasn't trying to poison him, he was hesitant. It looked gross. But such was the way of medicine, wasn't it? He sighed and took it with great reluctance. While also trying to remind himself he ought to try being nice to the novice healer. After all, he was at this kids mercy right now since Rivin was unlikely to come around to help anytime soon. Walk ---- "Ignis" ---- "Blödhgarm" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

"It's a pain in the ass to get is what it is." The boy was anxious about the wound he'd been left to deal with and the filter between his mouth and his brain that usually left him quiet and reserved was clearly broken. In fact, he couldn't remember ever talking so much in one go in his life. He preferred to blend into the background, and just get along. This was an unwelcome change of pace. Still, weren't healers supposed to have some sort of bedside manner? "It comes from poppy seed pods, it'll knock you out, maybe send you to another planet while we get through the worst of this. It's bitter," Probably wasn't a great idea to mix it with alcohol either but Sakana was equally worried the wolf would bleed out without it.  "Take it or don't, but the next part is gonna get messy."

He sent his bird fishing, tilapia or salmon would be best but he would take whatever the bird would find. When it returned a short while later he let the monkey to skinning the fish and laying it over the open wound before they worked together to get the injury dressed it with bandages. Something in the fish skin was supposed to help with healing, or so he had heard in passing, at least until they were sure the wound was free from infection. He took the time to talk through all of this as he went, just in case Ignis hadn't completely passed out.

Sitting back the boy finally stopped to breathe. The next challenge would be moving the old man to somewhere a bit more protected from the elements, but he supposed he'd need bigger wolves to help with that part of it.