Firefly Glen Her eyes like windows trickle in rain

He felt a bit bad, calling for someone to help him when all he'd done was hook one of his claws, and pull it off to the side. He wasn't sure it would heal back in place, or if he should simply gnaw it off, but the only certain thing was that for the very small wound it was, it bled a lot. It didn't make much sense for him, for so much bloodflow be necessary for his paws, and he'd been jabbed and bitten and torn elsewhere without having this constant of a drip. Whenever he lifted his paw up, it continued to bleed, dripping one drop of scarlet blood after another. Half fascinating, half morbid. 

He'd begin trying to stop the bleeding with his other paw again when his call was answered, and an unfamiliar figure drew near. He was actually a fairly dashing looking fellow, and he looked like he possibly could have been related to Towhee, with the contrast in his pelt between black, white and ochre. For some reason, he found that particular combination of colours quite attractive- and wished that he boasted looks that were as remarkable and striking as Holland's. But he said nothing of it. Guys didn't want compliments from other guys, right?

He nodded, and gestured to the ground where the blood made a solid ring of red around him as though to say it's a bit obvious. He gave the male a somewhat ashamed smile as he drew near and explained that he was one of the pack's medics, though he couldn't help but wonder who the other might've been. Had Dhalia mentioned that she was an aspiring medic, or was he simply just forgetting someone he knew was a medic? Meerkat was a caregiver, but more in a feelings sort of way. 

"I've never seen a wound so small bleed so much," He admitted, as he followed the male's instructions. "All I did was hook it the wrong way and it just started spoutin'," He said, somewhat disturbed by the memory of te spray of blood that had initiated his bloodloss. "I'm Bronco by the way, Bronco Blackthorn."