Ouroboros Spine And yet the menace of the years

She dunked her head. Sort of. The first time she didn't get that ear wet. The second time she was more successful. Curious as to whether or not it was enough, Kero stepped forward and took a look at the edges of the wound. Better, but he could still see gravel and mud around the edges. "You have to actually clean it," he re-iterated, lowering his head so one ear slipped into the water and lifting a paw to rub the soft flesh of his arm against it. He demonstrated and then straightened; making a small motion to suggest she try the same.

He waited, only to have his attention drift when another male wandered onto the scene. Well now. Tonravik did have more than three followers. Fancy that. He'd always imagined there were more, but they seemed scarce. Kero regarded him for a moment, lingering with neutral expression as this new one huffed at him. "Did you not hear the howl?" he asked. It'd spoken all he needed to know. "Our alpha was challenged and won. She will be fine. The female who started it? If she returns, she will be dead." That was the sum of it. The details were mostly irrelevant. 

Kero turned his gaze to the distance, pointing with his nose. "The scuffle marks are that way, if you need a scent." Certainly something remained of that. Blood had been shed by both. Blood, that was still dripping. He turned his gaze towards Toni and let his eyes cross over that wound. Thinking a bit, he contemplated what he'd learned, his options, and realized whatever he needed wasn't present. "Excuse me for a moment," he said, slipping out of the water. He stopped, back-tracked to look at Tonravik and narrowed his eyes. "Don't go anywhere." Something told him she might wander off if given the chance. "I'll be back." 

He slipped away to find something that might help with her ear, allowing both wolves a moment of privacy while he was on the hunt.