Golden Glade Be my mirror, my sword and shield

Shit, I'm late. Sorry :(

Skeet arrived late, feeling very badly about it. The frantic call of the king made him worry and he didn't see where his paws landed. Before he arrived, Skeet managed to get his paw stuck in a rabbit burrow. He was stuck for a couple of minutes before frantically pulling it out. Rushing out since he lost a lot of time, Skeet ran towards the group to see a huge bear that had been taken down. He didn't even know the slight limp in his front paw.

Then he saw his scarred family members, all seemed scathed and bloodied. The male ran towards the king, chuffing loudly to show he was there. "I'm late, I'm sorry Charley" he apologized frantically and quietly. It was rare to see Skeet in such a manner, but he didn't want to come off as a slacker who didn't help the cause. The last thing he needed was to best cast out once again. "You're hurt" he said, pointing out the obvious.

"This is gonna hurt, bud. Sorry." He said, soon opening his maw to start cleaning Charley's wounds. He soon started with the shoulder, removing dirt and bacteria. He tried to clean them as softly as possible, but the sting wouldn't fade. 

Now Skeet wasn't a medic by any means, but he understood basic wound treating. He wasn't a major herbalist like the others here, but cleaning the wounds was better than leaving them dirty.