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He remained where he was, pausing when the other canine backed away. Pip didn't want to startle him into hurting himself, but he also needed to get a look at the wound in his side to stem the bleeding. If the head wound was more than superficial -it very well could be- then blood loss would only worsen his situation, and Pip did not think anyone would want that. So he resumed his approach, still slow and careful, making it easier for the wolf to track him, and the answer to his question had the mix frowning faintly. He woke up wounded. Pip doubted someone had injured him in this way while he was asleep, or drugged, so that could indicate memory loss, which would then mean a concussion or another form of head trauma. He would prefer it wasn't anything more serious than a concussion. It wasn't as though they could operate on much. "Is it all right if I treat you, then?" His gaze was set earnestly on the wolf, even as he heard someone else approach.
Pip did not think it was well-advised to try and touch the wolf before he gave his permission, so the glance the young canine gave Technopaw when she reached in a futile attempt was warning in nature. The wolf was clearly not in a position to feel comfortable, surrounded as he was by strangers and in an entirely new environment- or so Pip assumed. "It's all right. If you would prefer to wait for our mentor, that is your choice, but please understand I do not know how long that will be. I'd rather see to your bleeding." He did not know that Techno was waiting for some kind of instruction from him- he was never certain about what other people could do, but he knew what he was capable of. So if she wanted to help, she was free to fit herself where she pleased.
The canine's frown deepened when he was jostled, exhale frustrated. "You are occupying space and time," Pip chastised, but he didn't know if the creature would understand. He didn't care to know much about Owen's- whatever he called them. "I'm sorry. There are many raptors here, and they are feral, more or less." By the set of his jaw, Pip was clearly displeased with the unnecessary disruption.
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Pip did not think it was well-advised to try and touch the wolf before he gave his permission, so the glance the young canine gave Technopaw when she reached in a futile attempt was warning in nature. The wolf was clearly not in a position to feel comfortable, surrounded as he was by strangers and in an entirely new environment- or so Pip assumed. "It's all right. If you would prefer to wait for our mentor, that is your choice, but please understand I do not know how long that will be. I'd rather see to your bleeding." He did not know that Techno was waiting for some kind of instruction from him- he was never certain about what other people could do, but he knew what he was capable of. So if she wanted to help, she was free to fit herself where she pleased.
The canine's frown deepened when he was jostled, exhale frustrated. "You are occupying space and time," Pip chastised, but he didn't know if the creature would understand. He didn't care to know much about Owen's- whatever he called them. "I'm sorry. There are many raptors here, and they are feral, more or less." By the set of his jaw, Pip was clearly displeased with the unnecessary disruption.
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