Moonspear Are there mountains that surround us?

Movement and sound confirmed, much to Dune's relief, that Gannet was alive. He was scared and hurt, but he was alive. The gifted wolf breathed a sigh, and he whined again, uncertain. What was he supposed to do? Dune lacked anything beyond the very basics, so he began to assess the damage as best as he could. There was blood, Gannet was alive, and... okay, that was about all he knew.

Gently, Dune inched forward and licked at Gannet's head where there was the most blood. The smell and taste were both sickening and sweet. The blood of wolves was not one he enjoyed tasting, but it was instinct to clean wounds, and so he went to work, provided Gannet didn't snap him away.