Blackfoot Forest What Did You Mean When You Said It's Destructive

Oh, he had a mouth on him, too. Evien quirked a small smile at the other boy and shook his head, amused. He hummed and watched as the larger wolf bristled and got all defensive. It was cute, really, that he even really felt like he had to do that in front of someone like Evien - small, crippled, half-blind. Not a huge threat. 

"Yeah, yeah, you're so fuckin' scary right now," he drawled, scanning him over again. Not as one would appraise a piece of meat, but rather as a doctor would a patient. Triage. 

He took a deep breath through his nose and locked onto the guy's right forelimb. A deep injury, puffy and infected. It looked so gross, and he could only imagine the germs infesting it. Germs that could - and would - kill without proper treatment. 

Clearing his throat, Evien spoke again. "I'm Evien Kastner. A medic from a nearby pack," he introduced, figuring he'd cut straight to the point. "I could help you, if you need. That looks pretty bad."