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Do your work, boy. Evien's jaw set and his eyes narrowed slightly at the large wolf he was working on. A firmer press of the moss against the wound was the response the silver beast would get for that - just enough to sting a little bit, not enough to damage. 

Once he was finished cleaning the injury out, Evien crushed the burdock root. "This will sting at first, but it has numbing properties that should kick in after a moment or two. I'd suggest resting while it settles," he explained, and without preamble, began to smear the poultice on the injury. It was important to coat the entire area, and while Evien was gentle, he was quick with it. The numbing would kick in and soothe the older wolf's pain. 

"So," he continued, smirking down at the silvered wolf. "Could I know your name? It's only fair, since I've taken so much time to care for you." He was not afraid of the larger wolf - Evien was sure that, if injury were to occur, Merrick would take care of the assailant.