The Sunspire he held my hands above my head and i commenced to pray

It wasn't much of an answer, but Riley didn't have much of a say in the matter either. He set his jaw, teeth clenched -- waiting for the paste to dribble into the angry entrance of his wounds.

He was lucky then Praimfaya was here, even if he was unaware. Even if he did not know her motives. He was suspicious of wolves, but not in that way -- it certainly never occurred to him that she could be chewing something that could make his injuries worse.

"Go on then," The yearling grunted, bracing for the sting. Surely she was right -- it couldn't hurt any worse than acquiring the injury in the first place.