Ouroboros Spine broken skulls and broken bones

He was going to get in trouble for this one. He knew. There were things he'd done in his travels to coax this sort of behavior, but he'd never imagined this girl to be as dull so as to call for him in his own lands. Or that she'd even find him there. He'd gone through measures to erase the spine from his flesh before his every encounter with her. He was uncertain as to how she'd found him here, but no mistake, he would not allow his previous associations with her to threaten the sanctuary of his pack.

The girl ran and Tonravik chased. Hard. Kero moved to follow, but when their newest wolf paused and cursed, his own step halted. Zhavvi was on her way out and would stay that way, but he was not about to let a wound let her take one of their own wolves with her. Least of all, through injury.

Kero moved, returning to Arverk to inspect the wound. Deep and severe, but treatable. While he'd not taken to healing as an official skill it was still within his realm of talents. "Lay down with that side up. I'll be back." He turned, venturing off to gather a few supplies he'd stored for occasions such as these.

Upon his return, Tonravik was in the area. He caught her words of praise before she turned her eyes towards him, staring long and hard in his direction. They'd speak of this later. He'd set aside time for it and accept blame where blame was due, but for now they both knew their wolf's health was a primary concern. Tonravik departed. Kero approached.

"Will you allow me to tend it?" He asked, setting aside the supplies he'd gathered. He wanted consent before he did anything. It was this one's body. He could decide how it was healed, either naturally or with the added benefits of help.