The Devil's Got You Beat // Joining, Injured

[PEPPINO]

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"Elijah, it's all right. We don't want him walking any more than he already has." The canine walked past the boy, mismatched gaze on the wolf, who was staring rather intently at the names on the train, appearing troubled by whatever he saw- or didn't see. However, that was hardly Pip's focus, which was orienting around the wounds to his head and side. Pip frowned and stepped closer, though he made certain he didn't approach too quickly or aggressively, just in case. The wolf didn't seem like he would lash out, but he didn't want to risk anything, especially not with Eli still in the vicinity. "I'm Pip. Please, let me help you." The young canine slipped out of his satchel, parting the flap and withdrawing a tin of bandages, comfrey poultice, and plantain leaves. "How did you get these injuries?" From where he was, he wasn't close enough to make any estimations of his own, but it was important to know what had the wolf bleeding.

With another thought, he withdrew a small jar of saline. Regardless of what caused the wounds, they would need to be cleaned. It was just better to know if it was a mouth or something else, like branches or even knives.
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