Ouroboros Spine Let’s Get Sexy…Ugh

200th post!

They came across a small stream. With much relief, Kero released a frustrated breath and stepped aside to help Kroc into the water as needed. Like much of the wolves here, he was beginning to sense a trend of stubbornness. Luckily for him, Kroc was a touch easier to communicate with that Tonravik. He imagined this would be easier and harder all at the same time. 

Kero stepped into the water and straddled the white wolf. Her shoulder was still packed with webbing and he cleaned that off, licking way spider silk as he freed the wound up to be cleaned. "Bleeding stopped," he noted, glad the gauze had done it's job. Now if the water could wash away the residual crusting blood, they may be good to go with that one... If she stayed still. 

"Don't move," he ordered, focusing on the task at hand. "I'm gonna take a look at your jaw now." That meant teeth. That meant she better keep them to herself. He moved, shifting around her form to take a better look. His tongue ran over the raw edges and came back with the fresh taste of copper. Still bleeding. Slowly, but it hadn't clotted yet. 

"Did you touch that rabbit at all?" he asked. He needed to know the full extent of anything that might have happened with that spar. "Any aches, pains or anything else I should know about?"