Blackfeather Woods Bloody Mary, full of vodka, blessed are you amongst cocktails.

She continued to nonsensically roll around and screamed something that was hard to make out. All he heard was 'still breathe', and it wasn't a hard guess to know what Potema was speaking of then. Ears folded back and then he pressed them forward again with a pained frown upon his features. "It is only pain. You will survive this. Pain always passes." He was not so sure if she would ever be able to see him as her brother again, but then, when he looked into the depths of his own heart, he did not care. He had never cared for anybody else. He had never cared for even himself. It had always been only Damien's wellbeing that mattered to him, truly.

But that did not make him an unfeeling machine, for between Damien and himself there were a lot of wolves that he cared to in some degree; more than himself, anyway. Potema was still his sister, just as Meldresi had been his mother, and he would not see her destroyed if he could help it. He simply stood by, wishing there was a thing he could do but knowing he could not.