He waited paitently - or rather, as patiently as he could. The woman's prodding at his tender skin made him squeeze his eyes shut, causing the fluid build up to spill over and course down his cheeks. It looked like he was crying, but as everyone knows, wolves don't have tear ducts. When she pulled back he breathed a soft sigh, unaware that in his distress Tiarnan had been holding his breath. He thought she was done, but then there was another pressure atop the cleaned wound as she applied the webbing. He blinked away the pain as she pulled back again, this time motioning at the Jopi - and he nodded carefully, trying not to damage her work as he reached for the plant. After chewing for a few minutes his mouth was flooded with an awful earthy flavor; he was urged then to spit it out, but fought against the desire and swallowed.
The boy's lips smacked and his face drew in to a scowl, shifting his tongue around as if the motion would destroy the strange taste. It would take a few hours for the pain in his neck to ebb away, and even longer for the wound to heal - but he was grateful for the attention. With a submissive dip of his head, Tiarnan reached for her chin and flicked her tongue across it as a means of thanks (and submitting to his superior in the process, surely earning him brownie points). A small smile crept across his face, curling the corners of his lips, but only for a moment. There was nothing Tiarnan knew how to say in order to thank her.