The war is over

The sounds melded together into a muffled cacophony.  Everything was garbled and the bastard struggled to discern what the others were saying.  How bad?   Bad.  Real bad.  "I'm f-fine," creaked the sputtering Reek to Wynter. "The bleeding,  i-it's stopping."  Acute blood loss was nothing to wag a finger at, and the ragged wolf had lost a lot, resulting in a mild delirium.  "Wynter... Get m-me something to bite... this is g-g-gonna hurt like a bitch," he added with a weak chuckle as the other prospective healer approached him to learn how to set the bone back.

"Leu, you're a g-goddamn ray of sunshine," he deliriously quipped to the stone-faced priestess as he lightly tapped her with his good paw.  The ragged wolf cracked a weak grin.  Normally, Reek would have addressed the priestess with the proper respect that the nereides demand, but in his delirium, social foray wasn't high on his list of priorities at the moment.  "Real s-simple shit, Leu," The bastard had begun his explanation as he motioned weakly to his bum leg. "You're just gonna want to get the b-ball of my humorous, b-back into the r-r-rotator cuff.  Just grab my l-leg. L-lift and s-slightly twist... until you hear a pop, a-and I scream." Reek launched into a fit of feeble laughter.  "I-I'm being s-serious on that one... This is gonna hurt," he sputtered dryly through delirious heaves.