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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

The raid had been an... interesting experience, to say the least. Worm had felt an intense sense of satisfaction when he and Draekon – and many others – had attacked Jervis and even managed to injure him quite a bit, but it had been stressful as all hell. Draekon was exiled from the Pitt now, and was hiding out in the wild, and while they had gotten Sam and Beck back as they had intended, the lion wasn't sure he had seen Red since he had been forced to run out. He had managed to catch the tail end of Red becoming absolutely furious and setting ablaze, not only tossing Aine aside but also attacking the rather intimidating large dragon, but he hadn't seen what had happened afterwards. It made a new sense of worry settle in his chest, and his eyes darted around to look for the other male, scanning the small gathered crowd that Selby had called over, hoping he might see a flash of red to catch his eye. However, he didn't, and a heavy sigh left him, and he hoped desperately that it was just a case of Red being especially busy after the battle, perhaps helping to take care of Beck, or Sam.

When it came to himself, Worm wasn't exactly overly worried. He had gotten quite fucked up by Jervis attacking him back after he and Draekon had ganged up on him, but he still hadn't gotten off as bad as some of them, at least in his opinion. He had several large open gashes in his back left thigh that were clumsily patched up and bandaged over in a rush, but he was still limping quite a bit as he made his way over, his steps slow and very deliberate so that he didn't have to move more than necessary. As he settled into the group, he said in a soft and hoarse voice as he spread his injured leg out to the side, wincing as he felt some blood still soaking the bandages weakly wrapped around his injury. He mumbled softly as he took a deep breath, the air leaving him in a bit of a pained wheeze more than anything, [glow=#165042,1,400]"I've got a leg injury and a few little cuts, but... I'm alright, y'know? Other people can be deal with before me, Selb."[/glow] Perhaps it was a bit bad for him to be so self sacrificial at the moment, but he felt a great deal of guilt for not being able to do more to help with the rescue, and everything with Draekon was still weighing heavily on him, even though most didn't even know what had happened, since most in the battle hadn't been able to hear him, and the others hadn't even been there.

( worm has four large claw wounds on his back left leg that are pretty deep and sloppily wrapped in bandages. he also has a few smaller and more shallow scratches all around his back half, and a bite wound right on the back of his spine. )

there was a raid? how unfortunate it had not caught his attention. had he known, mikolaj would have made a special appearance, but it seemed they could have handled themselves just fine. even their smaller members went unharmed in the event. specifically kiira and moth, seeing as they were clear easy targets. part of the canine was proud moth had attended even fi she didn't get to face off anyone or thing. bravery stroked her veins when it came to call beside her friends.

"were you afraid?" he murmured to the two girls, sitting behind them quietly. "were they... difficult?" he could not imagine tanglewood having much difficulty fighting them off, but best to prepare if he were to attend the next wave of attacks. weren't they allied with two other clans for a reason?

"SPEECH"

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Wormwood blinked and looked up when Kiira spoke, and he hesitated for a moment before nodding and stepping forward, knowing that it wasn't much use refusing help. No one besides Mikolaj and Moth had arrived, and neither of them were exactly particularly injured – with Mikolaj unaware that a battle had taken place at all – so he supposed he wasn't taking resources from anybody else. He stood still as he felt Kiira unwrapping his leg, and he rumbled in a gruff voice as he shook his head, his tail flicking from side to side rhythmically, [glow=#165042,1,400]"It was good that you weren't there, Kiira. We don't want you getting taken back by them again, or getting hurt. You were more important just staying here and taking care of others when we got back, like you're doing."[/glow] He hated that she seemed to be feeling so guilty about not coming to the battle, when all she had really done was what she should've done. If he had seen her out on the battlefield, he probably would've spent the entire time making sure that none of the Pittians even came near her. He wasn't going to let any of them just grab and take her again, after how long she had been gone and how much she had suffered.

A soft shiver went up his spine as the poultice was applied to the deep wounds on his leg, and he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved when he felt the stinging bloody mess ease with the pain, just a little bit. He gave a slow nod as Kiira explained that she wanted to make sure his wounds didn't get infected, and he mumbled as he inspected her work, sighing a bit in relief, [glow=#165042,1,400]"Don't worry, I'll check in as often as I can. Thankfully I've already got a bit of experience with left injuries... heh. Thank you very much, Kiira. I'm glad you and Selby are helping so much."[/glow] He dipped his head respectfully to Kiira and then to Selby, slowly and carefully stepping back beside Mikolaj and settling back on his haunches where there was the least pain. He'd make sure that everybody else was alright as well, and then he'd probably take a nice long nap to give his leg a bit of a chance to heal, at least for now.