Moonsong Glacier rule number one is that you gotta have fun

omg hux is such a pansy lmao

Hux finds her robust and bold personality to be somewhat unsettling. He does not mind one bit when she calls him "darlin'," although he is sure that it's a term of endearment she'd offer anyone in situations like these.

She has already thrown herself to the ground before he can finish asking her to do so. The tall wolf lowers his ears whilst flashing a nervous and forced grin, planting his front paws beside her leg to have a look.

The wound is not terrible - more a nasty scrape than anything else, with no skin torn open. But he sees the bloody slashes peaking through that pretty fur of hers, and meets her striking eyes to relay his plan of action.

I'm gonna grab some water to clean you up, he explains gently. Then uh, I'll put some Calendula tincture on the open wound. He brought his first aid pack with him wherever he went, so the tincture is ready to go. But the water... he will need to find some.

Gonna go get some water. Be right back. He turns away from her and sprints into the forest, almost expecting her to run off while he is away. Regardless, he scents brackish water, and although it takes him several minutes to track it down, his paws eventually bring him to a tiny stream, likely winding its way into the tributaries which inevitably join the ocean. He takes a cup from his pack ( scavenged from a human campsite many months ago), and makes his way back towards the young hybrid - finding that she hasn't left, after all.

Ready? This might sting a little, he warns. Saltwater can be painful when used on open wounds, but it cleanses even better than freshwater does. Sorry, he adds with another sheepish smile.