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Rosalyn prompted that he recuse himself for a moment and he was more than willing, at which point she spat some gunk across the wound and he returned to place some pressure upon it; however, Yami skirted through the growing collective of wolves around that moment too and Firefly flashed her an appreciative (but still somewhat frenzied) look and set about using the grass she'd found. Not all of it was young enough for the purpose he intended, but most of it was the right type and he'd make it work regardless. With a glance back to Yami he said, I need to to keep pressure here, and showed her where to insert her snout (since that is what he'd been using to blot the blood), and once she was in place he grabbed the grass between his teeth and began to work at it.

More than likely, this was the same greenery that Erzulie had stored. It wasn't going on the wounds though — Firefly didn't need to coat them with anything else for now, he needed Caiaphas to swallow the paste he was crushing. The alfalfa would've worked on a shallow wound but nothing as life threatening as the tear in her throat. His only hope was getting her to swallow and digest it - that would help her blood to clot, if Rosalyn's contribution were to fail.

When he'd made enough of a mess with his crunching (turning the grass in to a paste on his own tongue) he dipped his snout to where Caiaphas' head rested and shoved a wad of it in to her mouth, then another, and worked them down her throat with some rough caresses of his nose. At a few points she sputtered and he wondered, shit did I not break them down enough ---? but soon the grass was gone, and he could only wait and hope.

At this point he returned to where Yami waited, and sighed beside her, Okay, you're doing great Yami. I'll take over if you want.