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Kyron had not meant any ill will by calling the stranger a fool. In his own way, it was meant to be something akin to endearment and perhaps a bit of chastisement. After all, the guy was shivering to death and he was definitely not in a good shape; being called a fool should be the last thing on his mind, in a way, he deserved it. No one deserved dying like this, however, and the persian recognized the stranger as a warrior despite his disheveled and poor appearance and pitied the male for falling so low. Nevertheless, he did not chastise him any further, feeling no need to do so until the stranger was away from the doors of death.

Kyron was no healer; he was a warrior and while he had been trained in a bit of basic medical arts, he was by no means proficient and so, naturally, began freaking out a bit when he noticed that the other wolf did not seem to be responding at all and perhaps, was slowly dying. He cursed, then, in his native tongue and proceeded, first, to prod the male harshly to prevent him from falling sleep; his father told him that losing conscious basically meant death. Then cautiously, began licking the golden wolf dry and hopefully, to warm him up.