Ouroboros Spine broken skulls and broken bones

He set his things aside and waited for the wolf to give consent. With that granted, Kerosene took a better look at the wound. First with his eyes, then with his tongue. He worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning the lingering blood from the area so he could better see and feel the torn skin. Deep and severe, but not fatal. That meant bloody and a longer recovery time, but he'd live and have a nice scar to show for it so long as he kept limber and maintained his mobility.

Kero picked up an herb and chewed on it, grinding it into a nice salve before he packed it into the wound. He let it sit there, waiting for the edges of his poultice to dry before moving onto the next step. He worked quickly, but efficiently. And while he had the wolf here?

"You fought well," he said, echoing Tonravik's earlier statement. "But stupid." Mm. He'd noticed a few flaws that were no doubt set backs to this wolf's mentality of doing things alone. "You are pack now. We defend the pack as a pack. The next time a wolf comes anywhere near our borders you howl. Do not engage them alone." If the rogue wolf had been any stronger and killed him, she could have moved further into the packlands and not a single wolf would be none the wiser to the situation. Communication was key and while he'd done well in battle, he'd failed in acting like pack.

When this wolf had joined, he'd said he'd learn how to act like pack. His first challenge and it seemed he'd already forgotten his promise.