Hushed Willows Necation

The green eyes were the first thing that stuck out to Warbone, and as his violent delirium ebbed, he could make out the exact form of Trick before him, babbling with concern. The wolf blinked, withdrawing himself from the mood to battle, and he looked at the dark wolf's face for a while before speaking. "Just some scratches," he mumbled, lifting one broad shoulder in a shrug. His chest stung the most, but he didn't say. The wounds to his muzzle and forelegs seemed non-threatening and miniscule by comparison, though everything about him seemed to shine red in the dappled light. He looked down to what Trick had dropped. A plant he recognized— not by name, but by its use. "What were you doing?" he asked, not asking about the plant specifically as his muzzle shifted back to look at the apple-eyed male.