LANDSLIDE | check ups

[Atticus Roux]

Since his leave from Tanglewood and Ivan's recent attack, Atticus had never attended to his wounds. While Moth had taught him medicine, he was never proficient in dealing with his own wounds. At least not as damning as his mangled ear. Even staring into the bloodbath river's mirroring properties did not help. The boy could barely see where he applied globs of paste or what wounds were infected in the water's wavy mirror. It caused him great dismay. He cursed himself frequently, living up to his brother's expectations by being a 'problem.' A failure even. With his frustration growing, he knew it was time to reach out for help.

Still unfamiliar with The Pitt's territory, the boy aimlessly wandered through the jungle temples and throughout the camp with eyes peeled and ears (or what was left of them) pointed up. Soon enough, the vicar's accented tone rang out. His attention redirected towards Gael. Earlier he wondered who healed here and his question was finally answered, allowing him to let out a sigh of relief.

He meandered over towards the fox, offering a stiff nod in greeting. "Can you help me with this?" A weary paw motioned towards his infected ear which was beginning to scab over and then to the fresh wounds on his face, along with his flank.