swans // raid checkup

[toboggan]

Aside from the overwhelming fatigue that engulfed him upon re-entering Tanglewood, the hound felt as fit as a fiddle in the wake of the raid's conclusion. The discovery of Sam and Beck in the cave system had shaken him up, but physical injuries had not been sustained amidst the onslaught. Well, barring that one teeny, tiny, insignificant nick on his sniffer, of course. The cur was lucky to be in the tip-top condition that he was, seeing how he'd taken a risk much greater than any he'd taken before. Hence, Leroy saw no reason to attend the medical checkup currently hosted by Selby and Kiira. There should be others who were torn, their bodies littered with cuts and gashes - he felt that his presence alone would be nothing less than an act of selfishness.

Yet, he shows up. Nonchalantly ambling along, he meekly enters the fray. Amber hues quickly fell upon Wormwood, who was already serenading the two medics, before darting in Mikolaj's direction, on whom were no wounds to speak of. Strange. It appears that the Pitt was relatively unsuccessful in returning the offensive, judging by the utter lack of scrapes and bruises. He feels relieved. His comrades in as chipper a condition as he.

Striding towards the congregation of tribemates, Leroy brushes past the lion, parking his rear on the cool earth. The hound then faces Selby, softly nodding his noggin to connote preparedness. "Alright, Mr. Roux; I'm ready for my close-up."