Raven's Watch from the ashes

The younger wolf was rightly embarrassed. The sight of him! And the smell! Vlad sat down with a grunt and scooted forward a couple of inches, squinting hard at Maksim's injuries from a safe, nose-sparing distance.

Vlad was no stranger to scrapes. Despite every single story he had told Rosalyn, he had in fact not lived the life of a celebrated and well-respected counselor, mentor, and Casanova. For better or for worse, the old Russian knew how to dress a wound.

"Vlad meck helping wulf," he announced after a moment of silence. "Eef," Of course there was an 'eef' , "You coming Roos-elk-arr ven ess again smelling gud. Ees gudd deal. Menny hendsome wulf." Ever the recruiter.