Ouroboros Spine broken skulls and broken bones

The russet male, Iqniq, moved towards him to inspect the wound on his flank. It was deep and rather severe but it wasn't fatal and it was treatable. Arverk blinked at the Alpha Male when he was told to lie down with his wounded side up and decided that he would lie down when the golden male returned from getting whatever supplies he needed. He didn't like to lie down if he could help it, it made him feel vulnerable, exposed, and it wasn't a good feeling.

After Iqniq went to get his supplies, Tonravik trotted towards him and sniffed his face, gracing him with a rare compliment. At least he thought it was rare, since the dark bear of a wolf didn't seem like the kind of wolf to throw out random compliments at everyone just because she was in the mood to. She seemed like the type to give out compliments when the receivers were worthy of them, so Arverk was secretly rather proud and honored.

Iqniq approached him and Arverk obediently sank down onto his uninjured side, his wounded one facing the sky. The Alpha male asked him if he would allow him to tend to it, the swarthy whale's blue gaze drifted over to the supplies before nodding. He didn't mind, he didn't care, he didn't give a goddamned fuck. "Yeah, sure."