Lake Rodney death and burial were locked up in my chest [m - gore]

Sebastian was surprised when the other was mumbling. Good!! He looked down, knowing he had to see the other side. The male decided to use the water as his friend. He grabbed the male by his scruff, holding it up like he would done with a pup. Alas, this male was heavier. He waded into deeper water, keeping his head up, he then moved back around only to have the other side up, letting the water help him turn to the other side. Sebastian came back to the branch and placed him down. This side looked a bit better. Still he instantly got to work with getting the rocks out and cleaning cuts.

Most of road rashes were on the other side, or on this back. The male must have fallen or something. Sebastian also checked the use of his legs. The one back leg on his left side was just scattered, though this one seemed relatively intact. He also checked his front legs. This one looked bad, though it seemed it was a clear break. Damn this male might not ever walk again. This side was clean too. Sebastian grabbed him by his scruff again and did his little trick. He took another look at the scattered back leg.

Sebastian watched the male and decided to take action. He wanted to tell the male that he would have to stay here, but then he realized that the male most likely wouldn't be running off anytime soon. He wanted to find poppy seeds for the male, to lower his pain. "I will be back," he spoke and rushed off. He knew there was a small field around here that had some poppies. With the recent heat they would probably have some seeds already. Yet when he was there, there were only baby ones. Due to the famine they didn't have a chance to develop. The male nosed around the ground and started to dig around it. When he was digging he did stumble on a black seed which had a tiny little sprout. He instantly took it in his mouth and retrieved it to the injured male. He knew that he shouldn't give the male too much anyhow.

Sebastian came back to the male. He tried to open his mouth a bit and push the seed inside. That was the closest he had ever gotten to kissing a male, oh well, not to be bothered about it now. "Chew! Chew." he spoke and nudged his muzzle. Whether or not the male chewed it was out of the male's control. At least he had given the male an option to relieve its pain. Sebastian rushed off again. If he was really going to amputate his leg he needed more supplies. The male grabbed another stick and went to fetch cobwebs. It took him some time, but eventually he had a nice bunch. What he also wanted to try, seeing that honey worked with a sore throat, if it worked on wounds too. Now it was worth a try. Sebastian brought back the stick with cobwebs and then rushed back off once more.

Sebastian's ears were listening to the sound of bees, he wanted to get to their honey. Sebastian quietly winced. How was he ever going to to get that? He watched the weird drooping sculpture hang from the tree. Sebastian tried to jump up and grab it like a branch. However, after several times that was not really something the bees were liking. Sebastian yelped when he felt a string on his muzzle. God damn. He would have to think of something else. It was leaking a bit of honey. Decided to place leaves under it, making one be coated with honey, grab it, place a new one, and bring it back to the male which was another few miles of running. Sebastian managed to have several maple leaves coated with honey after running back and forth. He decided he needed to work with this, he was getting tired. The poppy seed should have knocked the other out by now if he would have swallowed it.

Sebastian let out a long sigh as he reached the injured male again. "It is for the best. Brace yourself," he spoke Sebastian grabbed the limp left hind leg that would never be of use again and bit down in his upper thigh. It helped that the leg was already so broken. Just. A. Deer. It is just a deer he was chewing this off. It helped to think it was not a wolf. His teeth chewed their way through the leg, using one main horizontal break to make his leg into a weird stump. There was a lot of blood. He let the water clean it before he grabbed the male by the base of his tail and gently pulled his romp more up the bank. Sebastian instantly rushed to grab one of the coated honey leaves and placed then against the fur and the open wound. The honey was sticky enough to make the leaves stick around the chewed off leg. Eventually Sebastian grabbed the stick with cobwebs and tried to steal it off with another sticky material. It didn't look pretty, but... he hoped the honey would harden and stop most of the bleeding. Plus soften the pain of the open wound like it would with a sore throat? He hoped it worked like that.

The young male let out a sigh, sinking down on the bank. He was tired and felt dirty. He hoped this male would survive otherwise all his effort would have been for nothing. The right side of his muzzle felt funny. Numb even. Sebastian didn't realize yet that part of his muzzle was swollen with the bee sting. He would have to deal with that later. Now he was just tired and needed a break.

Just wrote it all out figuring if he had the poppy seeds he would be knocked out anyhow and otherwise you could write out all the pain. xD