11-14-2018, 12:05 AM
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//sorry this is late! classes have been a pain
Pip still wasn't very happy with the raptor's behavior, and paid Owen's interjection little mind; it was obvious even without the clarification that he wasn't the- tamer of this raptor, considering his response to Owen's arrival. It was incredibly difficult for the young canine to resist rolling his eyes. Classic posturing, wasn't it? "You're not carrying him. I'm treating him here," he asserted, mismatched gaze switching from Owen to the wolf, who, at least, had acquiesced to his request. His permission was all Pip needed to hear, so he relocated his materials closer to the other canine, expression slightly pinched in concentration.
"This is saline. I'm going to pour a bit over your side wound to disinfect it." Before he did that, he leaned into the wolf's space to inspect the laceration. A blade of some sort, and deep, but it didn't appear to have nicked or punctured any organs- if it had, the wolf would likely be dead at this point. "This may sting," Pip warned, before lifting the jar carefully between his jaws and angling his head to fountain the sodium chloride mix over the area, just enough to flush anything out. He set it aside and nudged over another jar, this one smaller. "This is an agrimony wash. It's a coagulant, so it should lessen the bleeding." This, too, he poured over it, in a similar fashion, before glancing up at the wolf's face. "How is your vision?"
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Pip still wasn't very happy with the raptor's behavior, and paid Owen's interjection little mind; it was obvious even without the clarification that he wasn't the- tamer of this raptor, considering his response to Owen's arrival. It was incredibly difficult for the young canine to resist rolling his eyes. Classic posturing, wasn't it? "You're not carrying him. I'm treating him here," he asserted, mismatched gaze switching from Owen to the wolf, who, at least, had acquiesced to his request. His permission was all Pip needed to hear, so he relocated his materials closer to the other canine, expression slightly pinched in concentration.
"This is saline. I'm going to pour a bit over your side wound to disinfect it." Before he did that, he leaned into the wolf's space to inspect the laceration. A blade of some sort, and deep, but it didn't appear to have nicked or punctured any organs- if it had, the wolf would likely be dead at this point. "This may sting," Pip warned, before lifting the jar carefully between his jaws and angling his head to fountain the sodium chloride mix over the area, just enough to flush anything out. He set it aside and nudged over another jar, this one smaller. "This is an agrimony wash. It's a coagulant, so it should lessen the bleeding." This, too, he poured over it, in a similar fashion, before glancing up at the wolf's face. "How is your vision?"
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CAREFUL, SON — YOU GOT DREAMER'S PLANS