Firefly Glen Her eyes like windows trickle in rain

"It is less about size" the man utters, raking his claws against the moss to peel it away. A small deposit on the ground was soon made "and more about if you hit a blood vessel" he quietly replies to Bronco. Returning to his side with the pile of moss, he drops it on the ground carefully. "a large wound doesn't bleed much if its mostly muscle exposed."

He pauses, his singular eye focused on the hooked claw. "Holland" he says to the other wolf, feeling the need to stop the blood before pleasantries were given right "it'll be sore for awhile; I advise against running" especially fighting other wolves but when did people listen to him? "and keep it still as much as possible. It may start to bleed again if you do much activity."

He settled beside Bronco with the moss. Nudging it toward the young man, he nodded. "The blood should stop if you apply pressure. Just put your paw there, on the moss... Hold it steady and firmly."