Fox's Glade Go Lick Your Wounds

It had been more difficult to find the massive man than Evien had anticipated. His entire body was sore and aching, begging to relax just for a little bit. But he'd chosen this job, and he'd known it was going to be difficult to take care of all of these wolves. Even the ones they beat up, if possible, because while this large wolf had been in the wrong, he didn't deserve to die.

Approaching him, Evien refused to take stock of the strange appearance. He'd seen stranger, here, anyway. He did note, however, the wound on his hind leg and forepaw - bad places to be hurt, but not life-threatening.

The little brown wolf padded up confidently and placed the dry moss and meager supply of rosehips on the ground a few meters away from the multicolored man. "I hope you know it was a dumbass move to try and take on a whole pack like that," he pointed out with a small smile, already moving to crush up the rosehips.