09-14-2019, 12:06 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby’s walk home from Beck’s boat was often a peaceful one, but this time it was interrupted by a shout from a familiar voice. Delilah’s call would not have usually been an unwelcome one, but when her somewhat worried tone betrayed the prospect of more work, it quickly became detested. However, when she came closer and explained the situation, he quickly came to regret his apprehension. Moth was attacked? How could that be? She hardly left Tanglewood! Still, she had been hurt, and duty calls. He hoisted his bag up and followed Delilah without complaint.
When the sawbone arrived on the scene, he was immediately hit with the strong stench of blood. Switching into doctor mode, Selby’s disgust at the acrid aroma was quickly shoved aside in favor of deducing what was going on. Three people injured: Moth, Wormwood, and who he assumed to be Moth’s attacker. The stranger carried the scent of the group he had come to loathe, so his attention focused on his clanmates. Moth appeared to be unconscious, so he swiveled his focus onto the fellow medic. Selby approached and set his bag down, retrieving the necessary supplies.
First things first, he attended to the bites on her foreleg, carefully cleaning the wounds and then dressing them and bandaged the leg, doing the same to the scratch on her eye. Noticing that her leg looked a bit askew, Selby probed her shoulder, almost groaning with frustration as he found it was dislocated. His yellow eyes flickered to her jaw, and found it in a similar fashion. Moth was much bigger than him in this form and he would be unable to reposition the limb by himself, but he could fix the jaw well enough. Selby seized her maw and taking careful aim, gave it a precise shove back into the socket. Now for the hard part.
He knew he would have to ask for help for the leg, and he pondered for a moment who might be better for the job. Wormwood was the obvious first choice, but his injured state and questionable mental stability also made him an undesirable one. Delilah was a harder choice given her size and capabilities, but after deliberating on the subject Selby decided that she was the right one. "Delilah," he called gently, turning to face her. "Could you lend me a hand with this last bit? Her arm’s been dislocated and I need someone to help me brace her. Are you up to it?"
When the sawbone arrived on the scene, he was immediately hit with the strong stench of blood. Switching into doctor mode, Selby’s disgust at the acrid aroma was quickly shoved aside in favor of deducing what was going on. Three people injured: Moth, Wormwood, and who he assumed to be Moth’s attacker. The stranger carried the scent of the group he had come to loathe, so his attention focused on his clanmates. Moth appeared to be unconscious, so he swiveled his focus onto the fellow medic. Selby approached and set his bag down, retrieving the necessary supplies.
First things first, he attended to the bites on her foreleg, carefully cleaning the wounds and then dressing them and bandaged the leg, doing the same to the scratch on her eye. Noticing that her leg looked a bit askew, Selby probed her shoulder, almost groaning with frustration as he found it was dislocated. His yellow eyes flickered to her jaw, and found it in a similar fashion. Moth was much bigger than him in this form and he would be unable to reposition the limb by himself, but he could fix the jaw well enough. Selby seized her maw and taking careful aim, gave it a precise shove back into the socket. Now for the hard part.
He knew he would have to ask for help for the leg, and he pondered for a moment who might be better for the job. Wormwood was the obvious first choice, but his injured state and questionable mental stability also made him an undesirable one. Delilah was a harder choice given her size and capabilities, but after deliberating on the subject Selby decided that she was the right one. "Delilah," he called gently, turning to face her. "Could you lend me a hand with this last bit? Her arm’s been dislocated and I need someone to help me brace her. Are you up to it?"