Wapun Meadow Bring it to an end

The funny thing was, Evien didn't mind scars. Ursus wolves were covered in them. He had his own. Scars were mundane and everyday and normal, here. So Azon had nothing to fear with his own - while he may ask where they had come from, Evien would not be frightened or driven away by them.

Finally, the white wolf spoke, and Evien's brows shot up at the remark, a grin spreading on his own maw. "Fuck you. I'm a king*," he shot back immediately, sidling up to the older wolf's side to look at the injury on his neck. 

Gross. It was better now that it was clean, but it still wasn't... ideal.

"Yeah, I'm gonna make a paste. It might sting - try not to bite me," he explained, leaning down to chew the horsetail into a fine mush. He kept a bit on his tongue and leaned in to swab it over the entirety of the injury to the man's neck. Ensuring that it was completely coated in a protective layer of the green poultice, Evien leaned back to inspect his work.

The doctor cleared his throat. "That was the worst one. I'd let that dry up and fall off on its own - it'll protect it from getting dirt and debris caught in the wound so it can heal better, and it'll fight off infection." Simple stuff, really. 

Evien surveyed the rest of the man's body and hummed in thought. "Do you know where else is hurt?" he questioned, tipping his head to the side as he looked up to meet Azon's multicolored gaze. His red side was so... intimidating. But the green seemed almost inviting. It was a weird juxtaposition. 

And Evien liked the look. Of course, he wouldn't tell him that. Yet. But he might've stared a bit too long, before looking away, cheeks burning under his fur.

*original post said "fuck you. i'm a queen." evien is definitely a queen.