Blackfeather Woods Insight III

The neck was swollen, and rowan was pretty sure it would make it hard for the man to breathe.
Thick and red, and probably pussy, not that Rowan would know.
He sniffed at the wound.

"It's not great," he mused, but they knew that.
"I'm sorry I didn't come and check on you, I thought you both just wanted some alone time."
He'd known Taikon had returned but hadn't seen him until now.
Rowan moved from the den and started to look around the bases of the trees surrounding them, pulling up the wettest of moss. This moss was thick clusters, like a sponge. 
Rowan turned back to the den, clutching the moss in his mouth. He angled his muzzle over the wound, as close as possible, and squeezed the water out coupled with saliva. His Mother always licked his wounds so it couldn't be a bad thing.

Once he'd done so, hopefully without too much struggling from the injured male, he started to chew up the herbs, all with strong scents and a not completely unpleasant taste.
If Takiyok spoke, he'd be listening.