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Clarence had been totally unaware of the gray wolf waking up, and was also blissfully unaware of Valour's plight. After all, the boy already had someone he cared for in that way - Valour was someone he was just interested in being friends with. And it wasn't even really that, right now, since he was more worried about his ear.

"It doesn't taste that bad," he assured, scooting forward again to lick the herbs into the wound on his ear. Once satisfied, he took a step back and offered the Warlord a small smile. "Is anything else hurt?"