Silent Destruction

[benemal]

The sea is dangerous

The salt mixed with the sanguine imprint in his fur. The black coat matted with blood as he swam for his life. His mind raced with fear as every breath followed a swallow of the sea. I will surely die here. The shore was a lot farther than his legs could carry, and should he sink, the undertow would take him away. He desperately kicked his legs, each pant draining at his life. Suddenly he was picked from his position, a huge wave throwing him forward. With a crash, his body hit the sand beneath. He looked up for a split second, seeing that he had some how managed to reach the shore.

A chance at survival

Noctem finally pulled himself from the ragged waters, dragging his emaciated body onto the beach. The sand was cold, the winter deep in the area. It took all of his will to not fall and die, the wound on his undercarriage having opened. His mind continued to race, attempting to find a solution to his imminent death. The adrenaline in his blood kept his eyes moving and his legs kicking, the shiver of his body a sign of the freezing water that attracted itself to him. He built up the strength to finally look up, only to see a daunting forest, a wall of trees a hundred feet in front of him. Anything makes for better shelter than this. A sharp pain dug itself into his side, the gash opening a little more. His body could not handle the rip, and a fountain of sea water poured itself from his mouth, searing his throat as he expelled it. He knew he had to move to the shelter, he could not risk staying in the open while he recovered.

A cold coffin

Noctem finally reached the forest, the cold dirt turning to mud beneath his paws. His tail hid between his legs as his ragged body crawled into the underbrush. His nose raced to pick up a scent of anything. Any food to help him survive this new world. Unfortunately, his own blood mixed with the scents of the forest kept his senses at bay. "So it comes to this." he whimpered, his jagged voice dampened by the salt around his muzzle. The slow steps were all he could make before finally collapsing in the dirt bed beneath him. At least I made it from the sand. His eyes slowly shut as the cold overtook him, slipping him into the realm of unconsciousness.

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Mystery stalked about the forest, looking for something to hunt and bring back to her pack. She knew the chances of her hunting alone were very slim, so she took the opportunity to slip away and into the forest for some alone time. Heck, it was probably one of her last times being able to do so, because if she becomes a huntress, she'll spend a majority of her time hunting in a group. Se crept along through the woods, sniffing around vigorously for the scent of any kind of animal that she was able to hunt. He eyes scanned every inch of ground she could find.

Soon after, she caught the scent of blood. It was fresh blood, but was still far off. Fear crept into her. What if there was a fight going on? She sniffed the air, but could only catch the faint scent of one wolf. It didn't have the scent of a pack in the smell. So she assumed that the wolf was a loner that had made their way into the forest. It was nothing new, from what she had been told, for a loner to find refuge in the dark forest.

She then began to follow the scent of the blood. She prepared herself for anything that was to come at her. She was a member of the Amar Pack, she was brave. Soon the smell of blood became sharp and clear, along with the smell of the wolf she had caught onto earlier. Sudden dread struck her. Am I actually going to do this? The wolf might be dead, for all I know. She turned and took a few steps, then stopped in her tracks. Before her was a wolf. It matched the scent she had caught on to. She was overwhelmed by the smell of blood. The wolf was breathing, thankfully, but was bleeding and looked unconscious. He was wet and had a ring of salt around his muzzle. He had been swimming, for sure. ''My goodness.'' Mystery said. ''What am I supposed to do here?''

[benemal]

Caught in a blinding trance, Noctem swayed in his dreams. He caught the image of a horse running away from him. He tried his best to catch the stallion, but his legs would not carry him. He stopped chasing, and the beast turned to him, staring him in the eyes. It spoke to him in his mind, the hallucination burning into his vision. A sudden pain overcame him, and Noctem dropped through his dream, falling down towards the earth. He panicked, attempting to howl for help, but his muzzle was sealed by a layer of salt and sand. Every time he tried to open his mouth, only sand would pour out, muffling his cries. He fell faster and faster, diving towards the land.

A hideous howl relieved itself from his muzzle, a spout of blood gushing from his throat. It echoed throughout the forest, birds flying out of the trees nearby. He quivered in pain as he regained consciousness. His vision was blurred, his head wobbling side to side. He cleared enough to finally see the figure about him. A she-wolf hovered over him, a look of confusion on her face. Noctem grunted as he tried to stand, his tail shivering between his legs. Blood stained his underside, a bit still dripping to the forest floor. He did not speak, he did not motion to anything. His eyes just simply stared into hers, his head dipped low. His eyes did not hold any sign of threat, no sign of fear either. They just stared, almost lifeless as they locked with the wolf across from him.

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Mystery winced as the wolf regained consciousness and let out a deafening howl. At least he's awake, she thought. She could see that blood was still lightly dripping from a nasty gash in his side. He looked a mess, soaking wet, covered with sand and mud. She was happy that he showed no fear of her, along with no hostility. He just stared at her blankly, as he could not bring any emotion to his face. Though he did show signs of pain. She noticed that clearly. He looked like he had been through a lot of something. Of what, she didn't quite know.

For a while, she just stood there in silence, staring politely back at the wolf. He had managed to stand up, but still looked in bad shape. Her eyes involuntarily filled with concern. ''What happened to you?'' She blurted out. She shut her mouth just as the sentence ended, and flattened her ears to her head in embarrassment. ''I- I'm sorry.'' She mumbled. ''It's not any of my business what you've gone through. You don't need to tell me.'' She said respectfully. She didn't want to anger this wolf, he already seemed like he was in enough pain.

''If you can walk a bit....'' She added. ''I can get you to my pack's Shaman. He can help with that gash of yours. I don't have a very good feeling about it.'' She stepped back. ''But if you can't walk, i might be able to get him over here, or at least get me some herbs to help you.'' She looked around. ''But he might be busy. We might have to get you through this alone.'' She lowered her head. ''If I can, I'll help you.''

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At her first words, Noctem's ears shot up, though his head stayed low. However, he did not respond, almost as if he didn't even hear her. As she spoke, his eyes stayed locked on hers, his legs lightly shaking. As she finished asking her last question, Noctem did nothing to react. Unsure of even where he was, he was weary of putting his life into some random wolfs hands. His mind raced as the adrenaline started to fill him again. His eyes started to dart around the wolf, the slightest shake revealing itself in his vision. Shaman? Is it not enough that there are other wolves here? Now there is a shaman involved? I wonder if I can escape on my own. I don't think she would chase me, but I'm not sure how far I could make it. Finally, he took a deep breath.

His vision calmed again, a sense of urgency leaving his sight. He moved his head to examine his own wound. He sniffed about a bit before finally turning his head back to her. He sighed again, his body stopping its shake. He did not respond with words, but with a small nod. Just enough to tell her Fine.

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Mystery flicked her ears and nodded back. Don't speak then, she thought, I'll deal with things on my own, I guess. She took a step back, allowing the wolf to step forward. She then began to pad along through the woods at a rather slow pace so the wolf could keep up. She didn't want him getting hurt. He seemed a bit annoyed at all the questions she had asked. She promised herself to talk less and make sure that she didn't sound to scared or confident or angry while talking. She didn't need any more stress being put on this wolf. It seemed like he had been through enough for today.

As she padded along through the dense forest, she was sure to stay on the main path through the forest, to not risk getting lost or anything happening to either of them. ''I hope I didn't annoy you with all my questions earlier. I was caught up in the moment and- and I wasn't quite sure what to do.'' She looked around. Afternoon light was streaming into the forest, making it much easier to see and much easier to navigate the dense woodland. She remained at her slow pace for a majority of the walk there.

When she saw that they were close to arriving at the pack's den area, she quickened her pace for a moment, but then slowed again realizing that she wasn't alone. She padded through the small clearing-type area, towards the shaman's den. It was strewn with herbs and had a place for sick or injured wolves to lay. She stepped aside and allowed the wolf to lay down and rest. She hoped that everything would be okay. With him, and with her. She still had the nagging feeling in her heart that she may not become a huntress. But that was of no matter now, she padded out of the den and looked for the Shaman. (once you post I think this will be considered done. XD)

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As she turned and padded away, Noctem hesitated. He was unsure of where he was going, and he was unsure of what her plans were. After examining her walk off, he finally let out a sigh and tried to follow her. His steps were slow on his right side, his paws tapping once or twice before each step. It was obvious she was walking at a pace for him to follow, so he kept his pace as fast as he could. He figured that if he was going to his grave, he might as well make haste with it. And if she was actually going to help him, then he needs to get to safety as quick as possible.

As they continued along the path, Noctem took to examining the path. He did not know where in the world he was, so he used his surroundings to try and find out. It was cold, but it was obviously not eastern Siberia cold. Perhaps he was farther south. Either way, it seemed like a fairly mild place if this was the mid-winter weather. He looked up as he padded, his eyes catching a few birds above the trees. It seemed like there was enough life here to sustain predators, meaning that it was enough for him to survive. There was obviously no need for him to return home, so he might as well just stay here and figure it out from here.

As they entered the camp, his eyes wandered towards the area that they were heading towards. So this was where the shaman stayed. Around the area was a vast array of herbs, obviously showing that this shaman knew what he was doing. He finally saw the place to lie down, and with a sigh, he dropped himself to the floor, minding the wound in his undercarriage. He looked up to the wolf, staring at her for a second before turning back to the ground. "Thanks." His voice was damaged and torn, almost to the point of distortion. It was all he gave her as he turned away.

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ooc: amar's dens are located in the usklhon caverns within the mountains. since mystery and noctem would be in a world of trouble with the alpha for entering the dens, never mind noct not really being fit enough to climb the mountains, i worked it so that kiddo will be less want to kill them.

A nap. The old shaman had decided he wanted a nap. So, tucked safely into the mountain side, nestled within the heart of Amar's dens, he slept soundly. Most of his days were spent hunting foliage. When he could spare the time, he tried to greet new members and lighten some of Kiddo's workload. There had been an influx of wolves lately, loners hoping for a better chance of winter survival. Unfortunately, Hadrian had not had much time to greet new and old members alike. Winter in the Oriens was difficult and the pack had its work cut out if it wanted another successful season.

A howl went up somewhere in the distance but for now the male ignored it. His species was not as cut out for the cold as some of the other wolves in Amar and, though his coat was thick, he could feel the winter in his bones. The brief time for rest was something he needed and surly someone else would answer the strangled cry. The beach was a long ways away from the mountain.

After some time, however, he knew he had to rise. Hadrian could not spend all day sleeping. Herbs, like prey, were harder to find in winter and he knew Paisley would be waiting for him. The shy raccoon had taken quite a shining to him and she was quite the resourceful little gatherer. Her thumbs came in very handy when it came to gathering some of the more tricky plants. With a sigh and a long yawn, the mexican brute got to his paws and had himself a nice stretch. Then slowly he began to make his way out of the dens, watching his step as he made it down the sloping mounting.

First things first would be to check his ground camp. With the dens so high up and some of the members preferring to keep to the comforts of the forest and pool, he had found it beneficial to start a second store of herbs within the confines of the forest. He'd found a nice large tree with a hollowed out base, just large enough to hold himself and another wolf or two. It was close to the fresh water source in the territory and made a find shelter from the harsher elements. Though not quite as well stocked as the mountain dens, it served its purpose well enough and Hadrian was quite content with it.

The male padded softly into the clearly only to stop short. The scents of earth and medicine should have greeted him. Instead he was met with the potent order of blood. Lingering traces of a pack mate (or what he assumed was a pack mate because though the scent was unfamiliar it smelled somewhat of Amar) littered the area but it was not nearly as strong as the scent of bloody stranger. A stranger, this far into the pack's territory. The alpha would be displeased.

Hadrian let out a low warning growl to announce his presence, ears pulled back and stance threatening and powerful as he prowled into the small camp. The female was no where to be found and he had not crossed paths with her on his journey down from the mountains. Never mind the fact that beyond that first cry some time ago, no others had gone up. Hadrian had assumed that the problem had been taken care of. Kiddo's scent was nowhere to be found though. It was just that of the mysterious member he had not met and the stranger who was bleeding in his store room.

With another growl he pushed his way into the small den, stern eyes softening as they lay upon the crumpled heap of wolf laying on the floor. The stranger smelled strongly of sea water which meant he must have only just washed up? More confused, he kept his guard up, dominant. Half dead or not, he wasn't going to take this unknown male's presence lightly. "You're in the heart of Amar territory, stranger. And from the looks of it you did not get here by yourself. Who brought you here?" Hadrian would ask the important questions first, then he would alert his alpha.

[benemal]

A dream within a dream, perhaps? Unsure of his surroundings, Noctem searched for answers. His eyes wandered around the darkness, a glimmer of light finally showing in the distance. Noctem went to stand up from his lying position, only to find that he had no body at all. The once lithe brute was now a disembodied spirit wandering in the darkness. He had heard of these visions before from the medicine master of his home pack. He often spoke of them leading to greatness or disaster, but Noctem never listened. He floated forwards without questioning it, wisps floating by him as the speck of light closed in around him. Blinded by the glitter of this trance, the brute looked down only to find that his body had returned, completely healed and void of any signs of damage. Once his vision recovered, he realized he was home, the land of deep snow covering his paws. He did not feel the chilled wind of Siberia, but instead, he noticed the warmth of a simmering flame. An unknown wolf stepped before him, a large white bitch. She looked down at him with a somber gaze, seeming to pity his form. Noctem shriveled, a sudden pain overcoming him. It took everything in his power to bring his gaze back up to the wolf, but he finally forced himself to look. "You're in the heart of Amar territory, stranger. And from the looks of it you did not get here by yourself. Who brought you here?"

Noctem brought his eyes open, forcing his head up to the elder that hovered over him. He did not look happy to see the intruder, and his fangs were even showing themselves. Noctem knew that he was not in the condition to fight, even if he could usually handle some wolf who was significantly aged. The brute let out a soft sigh from his nostrils, attempting to soothe himself from the pain that seeped into his side. His condition would soon turn fatal if he did not find a way to recover. He did not know anything about the local flora, so attempting to cure himself might turn out to be worse than letting nature take its course.

Noctem winced at the pain before attempting to pick himself up to look at the shaman eye to eye. And then it sparked to him: perhaps this is the shaman that that mystery wolf spoke of. It had been quite a few seconds since the wolf had addressed him, but it did not come to Noctem that the voice was not a hallucination. After a fight and struggle against his body, Noctem pulled himself to all fours. However, he did not stand with pride. In fact, he bowed his head to the shaman, his tail falling between his hind legs. His mind remembered to the voice in his dream from the massive femme. He wondered what it meant, the dream he held. It was unsure to him, for he was not well with reading even his own thoughts.

Noctem released another relaxed huff of wind from his nose, dipping his nuzzle nearly to the floor. He did his best to hide his pain while showing he was no threat to the older wolf. After a few seconds of bowing, he realized that the shaman was waiting for a response. He must have been the voice that Noctem heard in his dreams. He realized he would have to speak if he wanted to recover, and he sighed again. He finally spoke, his voice jagged like a river rushing against jagged rocks. "I do not know. She said a shaman would help." He did not speak any more after those words. Instead, he struggled to not fall to his torso. After a few seconds of his legs shaking, he finally collapsed, crumbling to the ground with a stifled whimper. He could not afford to seem so weak if he wanted to survive. No one wants to waste supplies on a useless carcass. He tried to pick himself back up, but the pain nearly brought him to faint. He gave up his struggle, relaxing his head onto his front legs with a sigh. If he was going to be helped, it would be a miracle.

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The stranger was struggling. In fact, the cursory once over Hadrian had given him barely told the story. Whatever this male had been through, the extent of the damage was quite large. He was shaking as he got to his feet, making Hadrian wonder how much blood had really been lost. And that wasn't to say there wasn't more internal damage. The sight of this male was quite troubling.

Hadrian was about to tell him to stand down when the other male spoke. He knew the brute was struggling and the last thing he needed was for the poor guy to strain himself too much. Working with a conscious patience was much easier than one who was passed out. It meant he could take a patient history and monitor for any sort of head trauma that might have occurred. But the male's answer was perhaps more troubling than his unfortunate condition. So much so that Hadrian hesitated so much in thought that the male ended up collapsing. "Stay down." His posture lowered somewhat, less threatening now and more concerned. "I won't have you dropping dead on me, sir. It seems we have much to discuss."

A female had brought him here, one who didn't give a name and yet expected Hadrian's aide. That meant she had to be pack... but who? Nashira certainly wouldn't show such a blatant disrespect. She had been raised better than that, knew better than to drag some half-dead loner into the heart of the territory and expect the others to know what to do with him. And as for Artemis, well, he didn't really know the female all that long but though she was a bit bumbling she was repetent enough to not purposely put herself into such a troubling position. Evuwisp, too, did not quite strike him as being so bold. So then who would dump a loner in the middle of the territory without so much as a warning? Hadrian turned his back on the stranger and padded to the mouth of the den with a frustrated growl.

"Kiddo, we have a situation. When you have time, we need to talk." His howl was curt and to the point. He would not trouble the alpha until he had to, but Kiddo needed to be aware of what was going on. Stranger loners were not allowed to roam Amar territory willy nilly and if one of the pack was letting strangers in then they had a serious security problem. Hadrian would not allow such a problem to tear apart his family. While only the Shaman, he was wise and experienced and he would not let his alpha down by keeping his mouth shut.

The mexican brute heaved a sigh and once again turned towards the injured male. He was still conscious, at least, which was a good sign, and he'd be hard pressed to find someone looking more submissively pathetic. First things first would be to get a better look at what he was dealing with. "My name is Hadrian. I am the Shaman of this pack. Please understand, while I have no intention of letting you die my alpha may think differently. It will do you well to answer my questions and do as I say. The female whom brought you here had no right to do so and I would prefer to minimize any additional trouble. Now tell me, what is the extent of your injuries." As he spoke he'd already begun mashing a past of ivy to lay over the large gash. The sooner it was treated the less he would have to worry about some sort of infection spreading.

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What an upsetting experience Noctem found himself in. Not only was he in a distant land of unknown origin, but it did not seem he was returning home anytime soon. His eyes scanned the floor below him, a flurry of snow being kicked up by the gust of his nostrils. This strange world was his new home it seemed, it was time for him to come to terms with that fact. Whether for a few hours or for many years, it seemed he was stuck here until his dying breath. The brute was instantly reminded of the wound in his side, the gash finally refusing to release anymore blood. If he was going to survive this situation, he needed more than just a little help. This would take an act of divine intervention for him to live on past this wound. The gash had been open for who knows how long. It was unsure even how long he was on the ship before coming to. Either way, it was reopened now, and he needed help if he were planning on it closing anytime soon.

Just as he was about to try and stand himself to his paws, the Mexican elder spoke over him. He was not going to complain about having to stay down, but it was obvious in his expression that he would walk on his own if he could. The scowl on his muzzle showed just how little he wanted to be where he was. Noctem was stuck in a foreign land, weakened to near death, and lying at the floor of a den that he was not welcome in. It did not surprise him that he was not wanted here, it simply upset him that he could not leave if he wished to survive. The next few words to escape from his saviors mouth gave him a worry. He did not have time in his current state to afford discussing his origin and why and how he got here, but it might be necessary for him to receive aid. He gave a small nod accompanied with a snuff of air as Hadrian turned to face the den.

The howl that resonated through the chambers told Noctem one thing and one thing only: he was in for a world of hurt if he made a mistake this time. It was time he chose his words carefully and chose when to speak them even more carefully. The clever wolf did not much care for subordinating himself to another, but he had to do what he had to do in order to walk away from this experience. He started to wonder what he was going to be up against. It was the Alpha, so he could assume that it would be a large wolf, and probably wise beyond his years to become alpha over someone as experienced as the Mexican brute before him. If this Alpha decided that Noctem was not worth the trouble, then he would surely die one way or the other. 'Great, my life is in the paws of some fool I have never met.' At that, Hadrian turned back towards the black brute, leaving the black brute to try and appear larger than he was.

The Mexican brute began mashing together a plant as he spoke, leaving a small huff of relief to rush out of Noctem's muzzle. He was going to help, and that was all that mattered for now. If Noctem could survive long enough to make his way out of this situation, then he should be able to live safely for a while. His doctor began to speak, and Noctem made sure to listen to every syllable. There was no way he was going to appear foolish and weak to a stranger who was deciding whether or not he was worth the effort and materials to save. As he listened, he was overcome with worry, hearing that the alpha would still decide his fate. In all honesty, Noctem felt more safe on the shore than he did with this brooding executioner coming from the distance. Either way, he continued to listen carefully.

As far as Noctem knew, he could have been on that boat for weeks, meaning his wound was a lot better off than it was when he first took the blow. As much as he hated spilling out the story, he knew he was going to have to in order to receive proper aid. He thought back to that day, the day of the ravaging. Betrayed before he had the chance to usurp his Alpha, Noctem had suffered greatly, possibly even with his life. However, he was still alive. He was at the bottom of the food chain, yes, but he was alive. He finally brought himself to words, answering the shaman to the best of his ability without revealing the reasons to his injury. " The gash is from a brute about twice my size. A rib or two is probably broken from the attack, but this is all. Infection is my greatest worry." The black wolf felt comfortable with that account, not giving too much information while still giving enough to help Hadrian help him.

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[atrb=background,http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo18/GreenEyedMonster101/Anikira/Requests/KidMid.png?t=1344230995] Kiddo heard the call from Hadrian. He said that there was a situation and they needed to talk. The call sounded like it was coming from the forest. Kiddo knew that Hadrian wouldn't bother him unless it was of the utmost importance. Kiddo yawned and stretched as he removed himself from off of the dens floor. He had been resting after meeting Galdar again but now he must go and work some more. Duty calls. Kiddo began the descent from the den down the mountain. He was careful of his footing. He made sure that he looked at where he was stepping so he wouldn't slip on any ice or loose rock that would cause him to fall down the massive mountain. He never once regretted choosing this place as the den site for the pack. It was secluded, hidden, dark, it was warm in the winter and cool in the summer. It was difficult to get to which had it's pros and cons. His feet hit the ground and he began the trek to where Hadrian and his situation was. When he arrived, after following Hadrian's scent along with another male's that he didn't recognize to a hollowed out tree, his eyes were drawn to the half-dead looking male. Well, who do we have here? Kiddo asked the pair. Kiddo knew better than to think that Hadrian brought him this far in the territory. Hadrian was smarter than that even though this male looked like he was going to die, the older shaman wouldn't have brought him this far into their lands. Which, left another question. Who did bring him here? Zena wouldn't have brought him here in a million years, Artemis could have done it. She was cocky enough to think that she could get away with it. Mystery wasn't well acquainted with pack life yet. Her stupidity could have made her think that it was okay to bring him here and then dump him with Hadrian. He looked at Hadrian with a "what's going on here?" look. Kiddo wasn't so much angry at the male as he was irritated with whoever brought him here. The male looked too dead to have brought himself here and even if he did, there was no way that he would have been able to find this spot by himself. Perhaps Hadrian had found him collapsed somewhere and brought him here? No that wouldn't happen. He would have brought the herbs to him not him to the herbs. Ideas swirrled around in the alpha's mind as he waited for an explanation of what was going on. He knew that there would be a meeting about this. Or he would at least talk to whoever did it and tell them how stupid they are and to never do it again.

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Hadrian's own expression reflected the grim look on the stranger's face. This was not at all how he liked to do business. Strangers weren't let into the territory willy nilly and left to die without so much as a word. Whoever had found Noctem was in for a painful lesson. It had been sheer chance that the mexican brute came to check up on his supplies when he did. Any later and he could have walked in on a rotting corpse he'd never known existed.

Listening intently, the brute methodically mashed the ivy into a sticky paste. So beyond the gash there were likely broken ribs. Not much he could do for those beyond numbing the pain. A quick look over his herbs again and he carefully selected a sassafras root and moved closer to the male to better inspect the damage. By now Hadrian was all business and less concerned with how the stranger got here. Those questions could be addressed after his patient had been treated. Besides, it would do no one good if everything just had to be repeated by the time Kiddo showed up. This male needed to save what little strength he had left.

"The good news is the saltwater should have cleaned the gash up pretty well. This is sassafras. It will further help keep away infection, though this might sting a little." Lowering his face close to the wound, Hadrian began to chew on the root. The juices slipped from his muzzle and along the gash, coating it in a thin layer of natural disinfectant. Once that was done, he licked his nose to try and get rid of the taste before moving back to the ivy paste he'd made and collecting it onto his paw. "This ivy will help with the pain. I'll try to be gentle. You'll have to lay still for a while though in order to ensure the gash will close up again. Your ribs will need time to heal as well." Once again the male tended to the foreign brute, very gently rubbing the ivy into the wound. He was careful of the injured ribs and tried not to make things worse as he administered the pain killer.

That done, he selected one more herb from his supplies, laying this one at the male's head. "The white poppy stem should help ease any other pains you're feeling. All you have to do is ingest it. Once the alpha arrives we can see about getting you something to eat." A nod of his head confirmed his words and finally he heaved a sigh. Tending to patients was hard work but at least Noct was compliant. Taking a seat, Hadrian waited and watched over him, straining to listen for any sounds of an approaching Kiddo.

And there the alpha was. Respectfully Hadrian dipped his head in greeting, ears pulling back as he looked between Kiddo and his injured patient. He understood the message in his alpha's eyes loud and clear. Unfortunately, he did not have the whole story. "I'm afraid I have not yet gotten his name, nor do I know how he got here. He claims a female brought him here. Her scent is still lingering in the area but it's not one I recognize. Nor had I been summoned. It was by complete chance I happened upon this stranger. From what I've gathered, he was in a fight sometime before getting swallowed up by the sea. Thus far I've treated his injuries. How we procede from here is up to you, sir."