Larksong Grotto Geronimo

This is late sorry! @Terich-mir

For the past few days, Zaavier had been nursing his wound none stop. He was in the water, out of the water, in the water, out of the water and so on. He was sick of it! He was determined to find the Marigold -- if there was any -- and he was determined to treat his puncture wound properly. So he set off around the territory, searching up and down for any signs of newly growing Marigold. With the greenery growing back, there had to be some! Right?

After hours of searching, the coyote-like brute flopped into his side, letting his soar paws and aching shoulder rest. He groaned in frustration and just lay there as still as a log. He would find some eventually, but he feared it wouldn't be soon enough.

No problem! What are his wounds?

Terich-mir had enjoyed an early morning fishing session, the fruits of which he'd given to Vuk, before patrolling the border for the better part of the morning. Now he was heading toward the lake to find lunch for himself when he ran into a wolf flopped on the ground. Now, Terich wasn't a frantic fellow, so he watched the other carefully to determine a few things. First, the wolf was still alive, though injured. The second was the wolf seemed just as skinny and weak as he, so any confrontation would be minimal at best. He hoped no confrontation was necessary.

Hello? he queried quietly, keeping his distance for now. The other might have been injured, but that didn't mean the fight-or-flight response was gone. Terich-mir watched the other, eyes narrowed and ears thrust forward to catch the reply.

He got in a fight was SD over the prey opportunity. It's on his shoulder -- a bite wound. It's not bleeding anymore, but being a healer, Zaavier is frantic about infection :D

A single large ear flicked in the direction of the voice. He propped himself up on his non-wounded shoulder to get a good look at the stranger. He'd never seen him before, but he had the Larksong scent heavy upon him, so her was definitely a pack member. Maybe Zaavier hadn't been able to get out and socialize lately? He'd lost track of time. The wolf mumbled a hello and Zaavier smirked. "Hi." 

He shifted his weight and propped himself up into a sitting position. Her tail swayed a couple times as he studied the newcomer. He was just as skinny as he was at this point, but Zaavier would rather suffer alone that take his packmates with him. "M' Zaavier." He then said, ears pricked in interest.